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"So tonight I'm gonna party like it's 1999..."

Ah, New Years Eve! One of the biggest party nights of the year, not to mention the first and last! It was my favorite, up there with the Fourth of July for being fun, late-night, and loud!. Except for one unfortunate year (Hello, NYE 1999. It ended with a friends fiance being peed on. Not kidding.) I lived for New Years! It didn't have to be fancy or wild, but I needed to be up at midnight, watching the ball drop, and be someplace I could ring it all in with a "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Then we became parents, and I have been in by 8:45pm ever since. We were invited to Pete's brother and sister-in-laws tonight for some festivities, and Pete and I agreed that we'd stay as long as PJ could handle it. Turns out, the magic number was a few minutes to 8. Party. Fail. When PJ is older, I'm sure I'll get some of my New Years Eve groove back, but for now, I'm content to be inside, blogging and trying out coffees in my new Keurig while Pete chats with his best friend, making plans for their usual New Years Day antics.

As with any New Years, I have my usual list of all of the changes I am going to make to help me become a better mother/spouse/housewife/friend/writer/Autism Warrior/daughter/whatever else. A first step my list was joining the local YMCA. That's one stone that will kill a lot of birds, as it will give me a place to work out (Resolution #628, Get in shape), a place to take PJ swimming (Resolution #137, Learn to better meet PJ's sensory needs), and is a place that we can go as a family (Resolution #46, Spend more time as a family). I have a laundry list of things I'd like to do with my blog, such as give it a makeover (#23), submit posts to other sites for syndication (#144), and make more time for writing (#12). I'd like to resolve to set aside time for dates with my husband, to try and keep my emotions in check when PJ is having a bad day, and to be a more patient wife. I don't think that the new year will magically help me erase nearly 36 years of bad habits, but there's always the feeling- that mystical, December 31st feeling- that with the New Year will come a new tide in life.

With 2013 a mere hour and fifteen minutes away, with my husband playing some zombie-killing game on the xbox and PJ finally sleeping soundly, I can sit back for a second and think about this past year. It's been one of the most challenging years of my life. I wish I could say it's made me stronger, but I really think it's starting to make me unhinged. And thus:

Resolution #336, Work on that shit.

Wishing you all- the people I know and love with all my heart, my "bloggy" friends who I also love with all my heart, and even the folks who read and don't tell me and whom I also love with all my heart- the happiest and healthiest of New Years! Here's to an amazing 2013!!!


Oldest and Bestest said…
I got peed on tonight in your honor. Will we ever hear the end of that sorry!!!!!

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