Whole outfit: $10. I know!
But me being me, Mrs. Half Empty, I felt guilty for sleeping in and not immediately relieving my parents of kid duty first thing. It’s always something with my screwed up psyche.
And so. 2011. I’m not particularly fond of January, as it means the end of Christmas and a month of cold without a reward at the end (my apologies to those with January birthdays, as surely those make the month shiny and bright, as they should). Putting away the decorations never fails to be depressing, and this year had the added bonus of making my kids sad. But there are still a couple of cookies to put smiles on little faces, and lots of shiny new toys to play with and attempt to destroy. My house is slowly coming back into order, and the obligation level is so much less (there’s only one thing on the calendar right now, and although that will change before I hit publish, it’s a beautiful sight to behold). I’ve got a list of things I want to get done this year, not so much resolutions as projects, that seem a little huge but manageable over the course of 12 months. I can’t wait to start checking them off.
This is going to be the year my kids turn 3 and 7. This is going to be the year I take even more pictures and keep up with them in a timely manner. This is going to be the year I become a better friend. This is going to be the year the Hub and I act a little bit more like the silly, romantic people we were when we were dating. This is going to be the year I take more deep breaths and let more niggling irritations go. This is going to be the year I clean out the attic (see, Hub, as promised, and now in writing). This is going to be the year.