new years resolutions

So far my New Year's resolution not to drink in January has gone spectacularly wrong. On the 1st day of January I did very well. Hungover and happy to go to bed early as SO bored and couldn't be bothered to stay up not drinking. On the 2nd day of January (yesterday) I popped over the road to have a cup of tea with my friend who was also not drinking. A 6 o'clock cup of tea. Not ideal but fine. She went in to make me another one and came out with two glasses of wine saying "oh bollocks to this" and I put up absolutely no fight whatsoever. My kids were with their dad last night - it was a last minute arrangement and so I hadn't made any plans. I was going to stay in and not drink. Then my teenage son started texting me "mum, can I have a few people over tonight pleeeeese?". "No. Definitely not" was what I said for quite some time - have a party at your father's house, go away, leave me alone, I want a night off, sort of stuff which he ignored for about 20 texts knowing full well that he would eventually wear me down - texting that he would do all the tidying up, that I wouldn't even notice, that I could trust him and the best text of the lot "mum why don't you just go out clubbing for a bit?" Like I go clubbing. Anyway, my friend suggested I let him if he agreed that they all left at midnight. I then went to the local pub with some friends and drank wine. At midnight I asked my friends to come back with me to help get all the teenagers out. Somehow, between leaving the pub and getting to my house (5 minutes walk max) my support group of bouncers went from helping me kick them out to "party at L's house - everybody come!". So I walked in to my house to kick 20 teenagers out of my house with 15 friends from the pub AND some gatecrashers - including the caretaker from my children's school who just happened to be walking up the road with his wife, his daughter and her boyfriend. The teenagers didn't seem remotely fazed by the arrival of a bunch of oldies so we merged parties, emptied the contents of my fridge, danced about, spilt things all over the place and had a really lovely time - I felt like I was a 17 year old at somebody else's party until I came downstairs this morning and surveyed the mess. But sometimes it's worth it. All that mess. It was just one of those rare moments when you can enjoy an evening with one of your children on the same level - I love that. Also I could pretend that all my friends were incredibly young and beautiful with not a bald head in sight. I don't think I've ever had so much hair in my house at any one time. So. Like lots of people, my sensible New Year's Resolutions will start again tomorrow. Back to work day. What a shame it's a whole five day week. My house smells of beer.