Most "normal" people, I told the lad, go out and party their way through the countdown. Pretty soon, I told him, he'd be going to parties on New Year's Eve or staying up all night with close friends or watching the fireworks in the city.
That was Tuesday afternoon. Guess what? Eldest stayed over at a buddy's house last night to ring in the new year. When I was having that conversation with him, "soon," in my head, meant "in a few years." My, time does fly when you're raising kids.
Pete didn't make it past 10 p.m. The kids and I camped out in Eldest's bachelor pad -- but don't tell him because he wouldn't like it one bit -- and watched the Disney Channel. It was almost like being at Disneyland. Not. Do you know how horrible that Zack and Cody crud is? Or the "Hannah Montana" show? On the upside, those two shows were so sickening that it made the "Wizards of Waverly Place" episodes seem like quality TV.
In the end, Daughter made it until 11:42 p.m. So close and yet so far. At precisely 12 midnight, according to the official Disney Channel countdown, Youngest turned to me, gave me a hug, and said, "Happy New Year, Mommy."
It won't be too long before no child of mine is around to give me that most precious new year hug and love. Trust me, for I know of what I speak.