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I've always sort of dreaded New Year's Day. Even as a kid, it seemed a huge let-down, sloppy-second kind of holiday to Christmas. The carols were over, the decorations coming down, school beginning again. This year though, and more and more as I've gotten older, I don't mind it so much.

After two straight weeks of eating, drinking and being merry, one week of tripping over new toys, and three straight days of playing referree to the monkeys, I'm ready for some routine again. What seemed festive and pretty two weeks ago is starting to make me twitch. It's time. I will embrace 2012. Tomorrow.

For now, I'll enjoy one last day of gluttony (read chocolate eating, pajama wearing, Bailey's drinking...), maybe a pizza and a cheesy movie, and a resolution free New Year's Day.

Thanks to all of you for reading, commenting, and being so supportive as I've experiemented with this little endeavor. It's been fun, fulfilling and at times, a lifeline to the grown-up world.

Happy New Year!


1 comment:

  1. Erin,

    I think it quite possible that the New Year celebration was intended to give us with children a well deserved drink...I mean, a pat on the back for making it through those weeks of unscheduled excitement. So, with my glass raised to you, busy wife & mum, Happy New Year.