“For last year's words belong to last year's language and next year's words await another voice.” — T.S. Eliot
New Years Eve in this household has never been particularly exciting. Someone's usually still reeling from an argument over the festive period, there's usually a panic about making the most of the evening because, you know, only "boring" people stay in - how dare they - and there's always an issue over who's babysitting.This year was no exception.
There is one thing we have always tried to do though and that is write some resolutions. In the past we've written them down and locked them away in order to tick them off the following year. Unfortunately, we ended up forgetting where we put them (we never found them) so we have started just writing them in our diaries or just storing them in one of the boxes in our mind. I thought it would be a lovely idea to try and include the little ones this year. That didn't quite go to plan. Luke just said he wanted have a bubble bath (his current obsession) and Ben didn't exactly look enthused at the prospect of thinking about what he can do better. Oh well. At least the older siblings are all keen to get involved..... Yeah. It's just me.
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