I have been well and duly reminded that I have not posted as yet this year. Imagine me sheepishly staring at the ground and whispering, "I'm sorry."
I think my brain has been broken since Christmas. Let me bullet point a few things and maybe I can job my gray matter back into business.
- The day after Christmas (Boxing Day, for my fellow slightly obscure holiday aficionados), I got sick. Sicker than I've been in a long time (not even counting pregnancy) and for a long time. I was completely devoid of energy, but I didn't feel deathbed horrible. I kept doing things, because that's what you do as a mom (there is no sick time in Momdom, and that's a crying shame), but I chose slothy couch sitting over working out (the guilt did weird things to my head, because I know just how well that would have gone had I tried), had dinner delivered (which, ha, I would love to do more but I'm way cheap and this surprises no one), and took all the medicine in the house. And then some more. I didn't feel better until the day the kids went back to school, almost 2 full weeks later, and even then the cough took another week or more to go away. As I said, I didn't feel the most miserable and I did get my flu shot, but now I'm wondering if maybe the flu did get me (never had a fever, though).
- Well, that was some bullet point, wasn't it?
- I've been writing for Food Lush for the past year and a half, but this Friday will be my final post. The site is shutting down for the foreseeable future. And while I'm sad that this door is closing, I'm so thankful for the chance to branch out from this hidey-hole of the internet and write for another audience. I've made so many friends through this experience, and that is what I will treasure. I never expected this opportunity, and I don't know what the future holds, but I can't wait to find out. (Thank you, Jennie, you are the tops.)
- Speaking of those friends, I'm really hoping I get to see a bunch of them at the Blathering this fall. I went in 2011, but couldn't make it last year, and it really bummed me out. This year, it's in Charleston, so I can see family at the same time (hi, Adrienne!). I'm crossing all the things.
- There's the unfortunate instance of my having a birthday this year. I'd like to skip right over it, except for the cake. I'd like to remind my husband of my reaction to the surprise party he threw for me one year so he won't even spend a nanosecond considering a repeat. But seriously, I do want some cake.
- I started the process of registering Sabrina for kindergarten today. I had to fill out an incredibly long survey online, and next week I have to produce every document ever written concerning my daughter and our legal existence in this town at some meeting in which they will probably ask for even more information, and I'm not sure what's left. Blood type? A listing of milestone dates? My college transcript? Gah. I'm nervous enough at the thought of my baby going off the legit school. I don't need to take the SATs to get her in the door on top of that.
- I got an iPod Touch for Christmas (thankyouthankyouthankyou, Dad!) and I plan to use it as the smartphone I do not possess to take all manner of pictures so I can post them easier. The only problem is I don't know what I'm doing and I can't figure out Instagram, and I told you my brain is broken, right? Somebody help me.
- I am not currently planning on using the iPod for music. I am old and crotchety and still listen to things like the radio and CDs for my music. Now get off my lawn.
- Someday, I will be pulled kicking and screaming into the 21st century. Today is not that day.
- I have, however, finally embraced the skinny jean/boot combination, thanks in part to Elizabeth and her What I Wore This Week posts. I found myself drooling over her gorgeous boots in every picture, so with my Christmas cash and my deal sniffer outer, I went out and scored some awesome boots of my own. And then the temperature shot up into the 70s and now it's too hot to wear them. Sigh.
- Tomorrow, we are embarking on the final house repairs needed since the tornado/hailstorm last April. It's time to do the ceilings. I really don't want to do the ceilings. First, I have to disconnect the computer and the TV, because they can't be in the room when this is happening. Then, I get to watch as a bunch of guys make it snow in my house as they scrape the horrible popcorn off my ceilings. I cannot imagine how long it will take to clean this place up after that. And then, they won't even be done in one day (they have to let the new texture dry before they can paint), so tomorrow night, we will have no TV, no computer, and no toys because they furniture will be stored in the playroom blocking access. Should be fun. On top of all that, I'm really not sure it's even all that necessary. Have I made it clear how much I am not looking forward to this.
OK, I have no witty way to wrap this up. I'll just leave it with my fervent hope that February is better. And that my vacuum doesn't die before I get all the ceiling bits sucked up.