Thursday, January 1, 2009

It's 2009. Woot.

Happy New Year. I chuckle when I say that because I woke up so pissed off this morning. Last night upset me quite a bit. Every New Years Eve I look forward to having Don, the kids, and me together. That's what we've done for years. I spent several hours in the kitchen making little snacky type foods. We had Asti for us and non-alcoholic sparkling stuff for the kids. Again, this is what we've done for years.
Lindsey went to sleep at 11. She couldn't take it anymore...
Paige was gone (that makes three holidays this year that I haven't been with her--Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve, and New Years Eve)
The boys sat up in their room.
The food sat in the kitchen uneaten.
The drinks stayed in the fridge.
Dick Clark said Happy New Year.
I went to bed.
I didn't even get my ring-in-the-new-year-kiss from husband.

wOOt.

3 comments:

Nelly said...

If only you'd have known that RockBand wouldn't work and that you really should have taken Paige in its place...

Paige said...

I'm sorry. :'(

but my word verification is "deteat". Kind of like the word
"frozen"...but not...

Anonymous said...

No where to go but up from there!

Miss ya!

Sam