New year. New goals. New outlook.
Same ol’ thing.
For the past eight years, my wife and I have spent each New Year’s Eve alone. That’s how it’s been.
You see, once we had a child, we were excluded from any and all New Year’s Eve celebrations— babies are typically not welcome at such parties, and baby sitters don’t seem to exist.
My wife and I would barely make it to 9 p.m., let alone midnight. But we were okay with that.
This year, however, our on...