This year we didn't even pretend to go through the motions of staying up to see in the new year. We didn't watch any New Year's Eve specific TV. We didn't countdown. The girls, now 7 and 5, went to bed at 7.30pm. We wandered up to bed at around 11.30, only late because we had been independently pottering around on the Internet doing various jobs, reading up on news, shopping for hotel rooms and 2014 mini breaks.
When I was just dropping off to sleep, I heard the start of the fireworks and my only thought was, "so it's midnight then".
When I was in my teens and early twenties, New Year's Eve was a big deal. A HUGE deal. It was a special night when you got to dress up in your absolute best gear, dance the night away, drink slightly too much, and still end up in a beautifully romantic pose, at midnight, kissing the man of your dreams.
Of course that view was entirely the product of watching Sleepless in Seattle and similar films and has never ever, in my experience, translated to real life.
Truth be told, I can count the number of New Years Eve 'parties' that I have been invited to in my entire life on one hand. Not one of them was in a posh hotel in New York. Not one of them was in a posh hotel...
You'd be right if you conclude that I am fairly bitter about the whole event. These days; even if I had an invite; going to a New Years Eve party would involve overnight babysitters, and having stayed up so late I'd feel jet lagged for the next week whilst desperately trying to catch up on the lost sleep.
So it would appear that the ship containing my invite to the sort of New Year's Eve party that Meg Ryan would approve of has well and truly sailed.
Is the New Years Eve Big Event purely the domain of child-free singletons? Or are there parents all over the world also enjoying the festivities?
What did you do last night? And was staying up late, if indeed you did stay up, really worth it? Do you have any other New Year traditions? Let us know. I'd love to hear from you.