(I wrote this on New Year's Eve but just found time now to publish it.)
We've celebrated New Year's Eve in various ways in the past 14 years of marriage.
Some years we have gone out to friends' parties - usually pretty tame, like Bunco parties, but still a lot of fun.
There have been years when we have been sick, or else some of the kids are sick, so we all stay in and get some sleep.
Some years, we have had friends and family over for games. As more and more kids came along, this just became easier for us - we host the party and our little ones can go to bed.
Some years all I want to do is go to sleep because I have a nearly-newborn and can't fathom the idea of not sleeping (3 of our 5 children are born in the fall, which means by New Years Eve, they still are not sleeping more than 2 or 3 hours at a time.)
Two years ago we spent the evening with a bunch of friends at the church community center, playing games and having a great time. All the kids ran around with their friends until well past midnight. And last year we invited a new family to hang with us at our home (another case of a nearly newborn in our household) and that was a great time to get to know our now-good-friends.
But this year has been a little different. We didn't go to any parties. We didn't see any family. We didn't have friends over or go to anyone's house. We stayed in, watched a kid-friendly show (Andy Griffith! do you remember him?) We cut and washed hair, and had a hula-hoop contest.
Living it up big, that's us. Actually we chose to keep it really really low key this year, because A. we are tired; and 2. We need to be up early in the morning to teach some kids in Sunday school. And I am a little relieved that it worked out this way. My one year old was in bed by 7:30, my next two youngest got to stay up until 9 pm! And the older two made their way to bed soon before G and I went.
But next New Year's Eve - I want to go dancing with my sweetie and dance the night away.