New Year’s Eve has never been my favorite holiday. Drinking loads of champagne, staying up late, balls dropping at midnight…it’s just never really been my thing. Especially now that I’m a mother with a child who gets up at 6am, staying up until 1am just sounds like a good way to ruin New Year’s Day. Last year, we all toasted at 10pm and scurried off to bed. Yeah, so maybe it’s kind of lame, but I just didn’t see the point of heralding in the new year at the very moment it arrived.