My idea of fun on New Years Eve used to be going out to a bar with my friends and drinking until I puked or blacked out. It’s hard for me to believe that just a few years ago I was doing that on purpose – drinking as much as I could as fast as I could to reach that level of “I’m partying like a rockstar” drunkenness.
Now? Now I’m a single mom in my 30s. I have other ideas of what having fun on New Years Eve is, and apparently it’s playing game after game after game of Connect Four with my kid.
For the first time this year I decided to let Elise stay up and ring in the New Year ***
The plan was to find a Times Square countdown online and do a champagne toast together at midnight. I bought myself a bottle of Martini Rossi Asti, and a bottle of sparkling cider for Elise.
However, things did not go as planned.
See, I forgot that my kid hates soda – I forgot, because she never drinks it.
So I was totally unprepared when after we took our first sips, Elise clutched at her throat and gagged, yelling “It hurts, it hurts my throat!!”
The bubbles “hurt her throat.”
I dumped out her fake champagne and replaced it with some ACTUAL apple cider, sparkle free, and we were good to go.
I don’t need to party like a rock star.
I don’t need to get blackout drunk to have a great time.
All I need, apparently, is her.
*** She thinks she stayed up until midnight. In fact, when she was in the bathroom at about 9pm, I rushed around and changed all the clocks in the house and set them two hours ahead. Thanks to Netflix and King Julien, we rang in the New Year at about 10pm, and Elise was asleep by 10:30. But we won’t tell her until she’s older how much her mom wins at parenting.