New Year's Eve is a popular night for live music, so I've spent more New Year's Eves on my own than with B. This year, he had decided he wouldn't play, but the owner of a restaurant called a couple of weeks ago and offered to double B's usual rate. He couldn't quite turn that down since we're going to Disney World in a few months (shhh--Aniston doesn't know!) and are hoping to pay for it entirely with 'extra' money (from B's gigs, bonuses, Christmas money, etc.) rather than dipping into our account. And, in case you didn't know, it costs a small fortune to go to Disney because apparently the happiest place on Earth is also the most expensive place on Earth. The only good thing about spending that much money is that, after a point, you don't really have a problem adding things to your trip. $150 for something else? Done. Upgrade the room? Sure. Stay an extra night? Why in the world wouldn't we?
So, while B is playing, I'm at home with the girls. Harper is finally sleeping after waking up multiple times because Aniston was being insanely loud. Aniston is taking a bath because I'm determined to make it to church tomorrow, and there will not be time for a shower for her in the morning if that's going to happen. (Also, please note that I said I'm determined to make it to church, not make it to church on time. Making it to church on time happens about as often as unicorn sightings, which, in my experience, is never. B serving as a part of the worship team is wonderful, but it leaves me getting the girls fed, clothed, and out of the house on my own. And on Sunday mornings I'm outnumbered. Which is exactly the reason we're planning to stop with two kids, because being outnumbered by small people tends to be dangerous.) The schnauzers are losing their minds because of the New Year's shooters.
Me? I'm blogging and doing more Disney planning, which seems to have taken over my life lately. In fact, the other night, I was complaining about this awful pain in my neck and shoulder and couldn't figure out what I had done. B sweetly pointed out how I sit with my laptop and the angle I turn my head. Oh. That's a pretty embarrassing sign that you've spent WAY too much time online. But I digress.
2016 was a good year for us. I know lots of people are ready to see it go for lots of different reasons, but I didn't really have a problem with 2016. I can only hope that 2017 will be just as good, if not better.
Happy New Year, friends, and may you all make it to church on time tomorrow morning. :)