It seems as if my resolution was never to blog again, but alas, here I am typing away…finally.

For the record I don’t have a New Year’s resolution. When you don’t bother to celebrate the occasion, you don’t really give a crap about its traditions. Although I could say that I’ll stop cursing, eating junk food, and complaining but that would last a whopping ten seconds. So I’ll spare us all the drama.

It doesn’t feel like the new year has started, probably because I didn’t actually do any celebrating or ringing in of 2012. The hubby and I were in bed by 10:00. We knew what would happen if we stayed up late…we’d want to jump off a cliff in the morning when our daughter didn’t get the memo to sleep in until 9. So we celebrated the east coast New Year’s and called it a night. Just one more reminder that we’re old now (not that we need any more).

We didn’t feel like unnecessarily torturing ourselves just to say that we welcomed the beginning of a new year with Ryan Seacrest and Justin Beiber. That’s not a good way to start any year.

I used to be a night owl, but the baby quickly cured me of that. When I was a youngin’, I was always one of the last to fall asleep at our slumber parties. You know what happened to the girl who fell asleep first — bra got put in the freezer. (Sorry S). I was never going to let that happen to me. It’s funny to think that we were wearing bras and still having sleepovers…

I’m completely happy to be in bed early now. In fact, the earlier the better.

When I was young, it felt like I was getting away with something by staying up late, watching movies, and gossiping till the wee hours. It’s that same feeling that’s got me putting on my pjs and climbing into bed before 9 o’clock rolls around. Never thought I’d live to see that day.

8 thoughts on “Twenty-Twelve

  1. I am certainly no longer a night owl yet, I don’t find my self up and at ’em in the morning. Seems like no matter how early I go to sleep I am still bitter about having to leave my warm bed in the wee hours of the morning. Guess I am still a night owl at heart.


  2. Don’t feel bad, we’ve become old farts, in bed by 10 every night! Our kiddos have NO concept of sleeping in. 7 a.m. I have a little girl whispering in my face (and why is it always ME she wakes up?!), “Mama, can I play on the computer? I’ll be REALLY quiet!” Pssh. Thanks kiddo. And yes, Ryan and Justin seem particularly cruel to inflict on anyone.


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