New Years Day has traditionally been one of my least favorite days of the year, and I realize that’s kind of sad. It’s like I’m almost guaranteed to start off the year on a bad note.
As a child, it made sense that I was not a fan of New Years Day. New Years Eve was typically one of my favorite days of the year. My parents would have a big party and I’d get to stay up late. But on New Years Day, the party was over. After the excitement of the night before, there wasn’t much to do. (I’ve never been a fan of college football, and bowl games seem to be the highlight of the day’s TV schedule.) Even worse, after throwing a party the night before, my parents were tired and not in the mood to deal with me.
New Years Day was also a sad day because it signified the unofficial end of the holiday season. All the parties, presents, and festivities that come with December were over. Even worse, the arrival of New Years Day indicated that my vacation from school was coming to a close. Many years, school would resume on January 2nd, so I had a return to real life hanging over my head.
I may be an adult now, but I’m still not a huge fan of New Years Day. Mrs. Cutter and I managed to stay up past midnight to watch the ball drop, which means that we’re both feeling tired.
It’s quite amazing how my perspective of 2 AM has evolved over the years. When I was awake at 2 AM on January 1, 1986, I thought it was the coolest thing ever. After entering college, being up at 2 AM became more the norm than the exception. These days, if I’m still up at 2 AM, I know I’m going to be paying for it the next day.
Mrs. Cutter and I were up at 2 AM last night, but it wasn’t because we were up partying. (Lights went out at 12:30.) Instead, we were woken up by screams from the Cutlet’s room. When we checked on her, there didn’t appear to be any real cause for her screams, but she was inconsolable. She’d grab for us one second, and then try to push us away the next.
We’re guessing that last night was a bit too much for her. We had some of her friends over for a kid-friendly New Year celebration. (Complete with a sparkling cider toast at 8 PM!) This meant she was up way past her bedtime, and consumed a lot of junk food. I think the extra sugar may have just hit her at that point, and her toddler brain was simply unable to process it properly.
After a few minutes of throwing a fit, she eventually calmed down and told us, “I want to go back to sleep now.” She settled into her bed and resumed her slumber. Unfortunately, it wasn’t nearly as easy for her parents to do so. Other obstacles to a peaceful slumber included an upset stomach and an alarm clock that didn’t seem to realize that today was a holiday.
Now that I have a child, I’m much more sympathetic to my parents’ disinterest in dealing with me on New Years Day. I’ve come to realize that when a parent says, “You’re tired. Stay in your room,” it usually actually means, “I’m tired, and I don’t have the energy to deal with you right now.”
The Cutlet and I did go over to the house of one of her friends for a playdate this morning. It was obvious that after last night, both kids were a little off. His parents also seemed like they were fighting to stay awake, so I tried not to overstay my welcome by too much.
Since returning home, we’ve all been mostly lounging around, entertaining ourselves with various media devices. I even got to take a much-needed nap while watching The Naked Gun. (This was a friendly reminder that not all of my New Years Day memories are bad. I originally saw The Naked Gun in theaters on January 1, 1989, and that remains one of my favorite movies.)
I told the Cutlet that real life resumes tomorrow, as her daycare will re-open. Even she seems excited about resuming her normal routine, although it’s going to be a bit of an adventure waking her up tomorrow morning.
There is one positive about New Years Day being lousy. It means that there’s a good chance that the year can only get better! So here’s to making every day of 2014 better than the last.