January 02, 2009
My official list of New Year's Resolutions, all carefully thought through and not at all made up off the top of my head as I type this:
30 Day Shred, three times a day in order to achieve day 30 shreddiness in time to wear sleeveless short cocktail dress to husband's holiday party in 10 days.
Fold laundry, put laundry away.
Put laundry away.
Cross resolutions off list in order to gain satisfying feeling of accomplishment.
Accept the truth that you just can't Googlestalk people effectively anymore without a Facebook account.
Stop Googlestalking high school boyfriend just to laugh at his photo.
Grow as a person, and stuff.
Call family members on the phone instead of assuming they've read the blog.
Get over the Thing with the phone.
Read at least one book that is not about vampires.
Mail birth announcements.
Write a fucking thank-you note or 20 already, Jesus Christ, WTF, you whore.
Go an entire year without peeing on a pregnancy test or even THINKING about peeing on a pregnancy test.
Spend year whipping my shirt open whenever a certain small portly gentleman demands it instead.
Stop pinching Ezra's cheeks so much. Pinch his butt more.
Stop worrying about Noah so much. Chill, cool out, relax, embrace the positives, like how it's really easy to make people think he's actually saying "BUCKET." In public. At the top of his lungs. Over and over.
Write fewer blog posts while in the thick of worrying about Noah, and more during the many, many moments of pride and wonder at just how awesome and amazing that kid is.