The New Year

I've never been one who likes celebrating New Year.  In my opinion, it's just another day.  I hate it when it's a big deal...  With my eminent return to work, I am in a foul mood.  The end of my year with Evelyn is quickly coming to an end, and although I am happy to be returning to work, I am very sad to be leaving her.  Barry decided to have some friends over for supper so that put me in an even fouler mood.  Now I would have to fake being happy for the whole night. GREAT!!!  Something that I am terrible at doing.  The positive part is that my husband can cook.  He made the best prime rib I've ever had, better than The Keg.  It was awesome.  The negative part is that one of the friend's wives got hammered and started with the philosophical stuff and started crying.  It was a major downer.  By that time it was 1:30 am so I quietly excused myself to go to bed - seeing that I have a one year old and all, I thought it was perfectly acceptable.  Now, Evelyn had been sleeping all this time - through loud laughing, bathroom runs, loud talking...  Not one peep.  Half-an-hour after I hit the pillow, she wakes up. Then an hour later at 3:30 am, then at 6:30 am and 7:30 am.  The good thing is that she takes a 2 minute cuddle and she's happy to go back into her bed.  The bad thing for me is that it takes me 30 minutes to fall back to sleep.  On top of that, I'm sleeping in Jessie's bed because Barry is snoring like there's no wood left for the fire (although her bed was very comfy and warm).  

So that's how I started 2009.  Fun!  not!

I should learn...  Maybe next year I'll just cut my loses and go to bed at 10:30 pm.  Maybe that way I'll start the new year refreshed and in a good mood.