My own plans for New Year's eve involve telling the computer it's 1998, shutting it off, and not turning it on again until the next day. I suppose midnight Pacific time qualifies as "next day."
Must go to sleep. It's Nicholas' 12th birthday. He was really due in January, but the doctor induced labor early for two reasons, 1) he didn't deliver babies on Christmas, and if I wanted him to do it, and not his Jewish associate, I shouldn't wait until Christmas and 2) the baby was big and there was no reason to wait. Good thing we didn't wait, he almost got stuck. His poor little forehead was quite bruised, and I got lacerated. I remember, vaguely, kissing Ben goodbye in the morning as I left to go to the hospital, feeling very guilty because I KNEW I could never love another child as much as I loved him. Later that same day, I realized that of course, I could, I just loved them in different ways.
It really is a pain in the neck having his birthday so close to Christmas. He's never had a school birthday party, as school is always out. And his friends and classmates can never come to his birthday party, because the parents are always up to their eyeballs in Chrismas stuff. Every year we say, maybe next year? Or we'll have an un-Birthday party in the summer? But we never have. He doesn't really want to have an un-Birthday party when the time comes. His birthday party, as usual, will be family only. |
