I'll Never Make it to Midnight!

So it's 8:53. The kiddos have just been tucked in for the night. They got to stay up late tonight, with it being New Year's Eve and all. I'm in my pajamas. Okay, to be honest, I've been in my pajamas since about 6:30. We finished supper and had plans to play a new game, so I got comfy. As I'm sitting here next to the sleeping giant (although to hear him tell it, he's just "resting his eyes" or something lame like that), I'm wondering if I'll ever see midnight on New Year's again. Oh, yeah, I'll probably see it by being up with sick kids some time, but that doesn't count. I've seen lots of midnights that way. Maybe that's why I don't get too excited about seeing in the new year. I'll catch up with it tomorrow morning...when it's light. Am I really so boring?! Yep...I am right now. I still know how to have lots of fun, though. It just takes place during the day in most cases. Besides, what could I possibly do that is more fun (and funnier) than spending time with the three little goofballs currently whispering in their rooms? Nothing. Nada. Zilch. They prefer that I get a full night's sleep anyway. And the feeling's mutual.