After you have kids two things will happen to you on the New Year’s Eve:

1. You will be in bed by 12:30am

2. You will become a designated driver

Honestly I was pretty jazzed about it for the last couple of days. My friend kept telling me it’s not a party… But if four new parents staying past midnight, playing board games under the influence of alcohol is not a party then I don’t know what is. I say it’s a party if:

• you  wear a piece of clothing that actually requires ironing, but you are too tired to notice
• you need a man to open your dried up eye-liner
• your  ears bleed a little because the last time you wore earings the dinosaurs were still alive
• you watch some quality late night TV with Carmen Electra whose New Year’s Resolution is to put more clothes on this year – not a bad idea… may I also suggest not talking?
• you drive home hoping the cops will stop you because for once you would like to pass the breathalyzer test
• and it is definitely a party if you do the annual glass breaking - it’s been a tradition of our’s every year after the midnight to break our glasses of champagne for good luck (we do wrap them in plastic bags for safety reasons)

Ready?!

GO!

Happy New Years Everyone!

P.S. If you didn’t get to break your glass this year another thing that will bring you luck is reading this blog, people. I promise.