I spent New Year's Eve at a dance for teens. My husband was home with the two youngest. The new year came in and the hootin' and hollerin' was hooted and holllered and I looked around and felt alone, in that gym full of 100+ people. Why? Because my husband was home with the two youngest. I went to my only kin in the room (Rae!) to tell her happy new year only to be greeted by the hand, and the words, "No, mom, stop."
Ever notice Auld Lang Syne sounds like a sad tune?
I am having a hard time getting back into reality. I want my holidays back!