Last night it rained and rained and rained some more and I can’t say I was sad about being dry in our apartment.
The kids were in bed around their regular time, Tucker was in bed watching YouTube and I was reading the tail end of Shopaholic Takes Manhattan. In other words, it was just a regular night and I must be getting old since it was a pretty good night.
When I crept into our bedroom right before midnight, I was met with an asleep Tucker and an asleep Ollie. Everyone in the house is sick–Tucker even broke down yesterday and took some Tylenol–and I figured I’d cut Ollie some slack. I ended up sleeping with Cara in her bed and slept the latest I’ve slept in a while.
Still sick but well rested.
There was a time when we’d stay out till the wee hours of the morning and spend the next day recuperating. As you can see–or will see when publish this–I’m up and meeting 2011 head on…though it is rather odd to type, “2011.”
I put on The Planet’s Funniest Animals on Netflix–Not joking. Save. Me.–and searched YouTube to see how everyone else had spent their New Year’s.
Y’all, the Brits know how to party cause oh my strontium, calcium, and barium. I’ve never seen a fireworks show like this. Ever. And it makes me happy I was able to watch it from the comfort of my couch in my super hot sleep pants with a fresh cup of coffee in hand.
So go take some Motrin or Tylenol, grab a cup of coffee and enjoy the show.