It’s the fourth day of the new year, so I should probably post something, right? I’ve got it! Let’s take a look back, all the way to the beginning of 2014.
Did you notice that I didn’t post yet about resolutions and goals and stuff? I’m not ready to write about them yet. You’re just going to have to wait on that. I’m sorry, I know the anticipation is killing you.
Nathan turned seven. I could write one of those posts about how I knew from the moment I met him I’d love him forever (true) or how I can’t believe he’s already seven (also true). I could tell you about how every year we tell him it’s the year he has to start going backward, so instead of turning 7 he went back to 5, but there’s not much to tell more than that (except to say he’s not really into that idea and he hasn’t believed it since the year he turned 4 – or when we told him he was 2 again. That year was fun.).
We celebrated his birthday on the first, because the second, his actual day, he had to go to school. It occurred to me that much of his life he will spend his birthday returning to work or school from holiday time off and that’s pretty unfortunate. But then I remembered the he will hopefully spend much of his life with the day before his birthday off from work or school, so I felt less sad. I mean, I rarely get May 23rd off, so really, who is winning out here?
We had a major snowstorm overnight between January 2 and January 3, causing a snow day for my child yesterday. It was not a snow day for me and I spent the better part of the day grumbling about Facebook statuses wherein everyone was all excited about a day off. I work from home. As I pointed out to friends, unless it snows in my hallway, I can’t claim a snow day and not work. Then I said please don’t ever let it snow in my hallway, because with my luck, we all know that’s a possibility. My point is that a snow day with my son means that I’m spending half of the day explaining the concept of cooperation. Clearly I’m not explaining it well, in case you’re wondering.
I don’t think it’s record-breaking or anything, but it’s downright stupid cold outside today. The overnight low was somewhere in the ballpark of zero degrees. I was so cold that I went to sleep last night wearing yoga pants, PJ pants over them, a t-shirt and a sweatshirt, three blankets, and my robe over me. Tomorrow it’s supposed to be a high of 44, so I may just stand outside doing one of those Julie Andrews spread-armed twirls, reveling in the relative warmth.
But I’m not going to complain about the cold because I think it’s fair to say that everyone is sick to death of people living in areas with unpleasant weather complaining about the unpleasant weather. I know I am. I’m almost as sick of it as I am sick of this damn seasonally appropriate weather.
I have to take down the Christmas decorations today. That is a most loathsome task. I hate putting them up, which makes me a grinch. I hate taking them down, that just makes me seem normal. Either way, I’m probably going to be grumbling and swearing later today about the fact that none of the stuff seems to fit in the boxes the same way we packed it up last year.
So, that’s it! That’s my year in review!
Happy New Year, dear readers. I really am hoping for an exciting year and I will share it all with you soon. In the meantime, go check out the moonshine grid where other people wrote stuff and then posted it.