I made everyone wear matching pajama bottoms on New Year’s Eve. Me, Kevin, the boys, my mom and LeRoy. I’m the one wearing the ones that are too short. Come to find out, later, I had given my mom the Tall ones and myself the regular.
Oops.
I’m surprised the kids went along with it. I had forgotten to hand them out Christmas Eve and the boys just scoffed and pretty much said they wouldn’t have worn them otherwise. But come New Year’s Eve, they wore them. I think they didn’t want to disappoint me.
They’re such good boys – erhm – men.
We played a lot of games, ate a lot of food and watched The Day the Earth Stood Still. (Meh)
I ended up driving my mom home because she’s 79, it was pitch black on New Year’s Eve, at nearly 1:00 AM and you never know who is out on the roads at that time.
And now, here we are – already starting the FOURTH month of 2026.
STOP! Too fast, too fast! Slow down!
We will blink and we’ll be back in matching pajama bottoms, playing games, eating food and watching movies on New Year’s Eve.
Again.
Write From Karen 