I suppose the skeptic’s way of looking at today is that we only make it out to be a big holiday because we have a calendar that tells us it’s a new year. Really, tomorrow is just another day. You could say that any day could be the beginning of a new era or time to start on those resolutions. But Americans like to have a common cause, a celebratory happening to light that fire.
I was feeling pretty sad this afternoon about not being able to go to a party tonight. No one wants to babysit on New Year’s Eve and besides, it’s no fun being the pregnant one at a party. I really don’t mind since my stomach hurts and my sciatic nerve is flaring up. Plus, I’m tired and kind of cranky; being home with Elliot all day wears on me. I love the kid but his ups and downs drive me nuts. I’m glad that for the next 3 days, I won’t be on my own.
I know this is an awfully pathetic post but I have been on this computer doing school/work related stuff for about three hours now. Guess I will go watch all the crappy New Year’s TV thingies and probably fall asleep on the couch in my Snuggie. Ahh, parenthood.