It’s NYE and I’m off to a party tonight. But for now, I’m in a bit of a mood. I had my Christmas call from my mother a few hours ago. Yeah, I know, it’s the 31st, although to be fair she did call on Christmas Day – at 9.45pm. After a lovely six hour lunch with Man Friend’s family, we went to a Christmas party until the wee hours, so I didn’t hear my phone ring. But 9.45pm? Clearly calling the eldest daughter isn’t high on the list of things to do on Christmas Day. (There are seven people in my family. The missed call from my mother was the only one I got. Gee, I must be a horrible person*). So, for ten minutes today we had one of those forced conversations where you each make an effort to be pleasant because each minute is a minute closer to getting off the phone. Then we wrapped it up with ‘I’ll call you next time I’m in Sydney so we can have dinner’ (yeah, right) and went back to our lives without each other.
I don’t usually make resolutions for the new year because I never stick to them. But this year I think it’s time to stop letting them get to me.
* The reason they think I’m so horrible is that my sister’s hideous boyfriend decided he didn’t like me (the feeling is mutual), so he made up lies about me and they believed him. Classy, huh?