For the past 10 years, we've been able to trick our children into following Eastern time zones on New Years Eve. It's quite simple. At 10:00 pm we switch on the traditional, live Dick Clark New Years Eve Special on cable and then we all watch the famous crystal ball descend to a new year. Following which we laugh, cheer, toast our plastic cups of juice, bang a few pots together - and then we go home!
To SLEEP! Precious, precious sleep.
And if the occasional child was woken up in their beds 2 hours later to the sounds of fireworks and loud cries of celebration, we merely shrugged it off as crazy neighbors who obviously got the time wrong.
This all failed last year - and our scam was revealed in all its horrible glory.
So this year there was simply no getting around it. The kids demanded recompense for all the years they'd been deceived. And with back-breaking, aging fatigue... Greg and I were forced to stay up till midnight.