Happy New Year my friends! Did you have festivities? Did you have jollity? Did you have 1 January hangovers without remorse? THAT'S how you know you saw the year out riiiiight. Or maybe you just stayed up with your sweet boo, cuddling on the couch, while watching Kathy n' the Coop on the TV. Or maybe you said Fie to the whole endeavor and went to bed at 10 pm, well-hydrated and righteous. Regardless - hope it was just what you needed to see the year off and in.
I spent the Eve in an inpardonable flog of grumps. I was tired from being old, and depressed about my just a tad too-peaceful birthday (waaah poor me, I know, but when you go from the all-nite-wahoos of yore to the in-bed-at-9 with practical presents blahs in just a couple of years, it's a bit...abrupt on the psyche). I grumped over my favorite lamb, swiss chard, and mashed potato dinner. I grumbled as I baked the delicious bread pudding. After reluctantly enjoying the 30 Rock marathon, I scowled at the celebrations on the TV and gruffed when the FYD went out to do chores (why didn't he want to hang out with meeeeee? surely I was delightful company). In fact, I gave up on the whole thing and put myself to bed with my depressing book at 10:30. And then, when I wasn't asleep at 11:56, decided to go back downstairs and at least give the man a kiss at midnight.
Fortunately, the new year got better. Shook off my foul mood and we were actually SOCIAL. We went to a lovely brunch hosted by a someone who I think might be a new friend (omg a new friend that I met all by myself!! well through my mother's group but you guys omg she invited me to a "secret" event on FB!!!111!!! that means we are really like friends right???). Little A. and the FYD both had a nice time socializing in their age brackets and interests, and I talked to other moms and my awesome dance teacher.
Saturday we rested from the strain of being social, and prepared for the storm of the century that never quite occurred. Then on Sunday we had people over for brunch! Some old friend's of the FYD's who he temporarily lost in the divorce but now they have a baby and want to be friends! They are so nice and their baby is little-old-man adorable! Can you believe it! I can't. It was great. And then Little A. and I took a nice long nap on the couch and we decorated a snowman and my horrible stinky mood evaporated for good and I started to love 2010.
Yeah, that was a SUPER long intro ever for the Obligatory Listing of Resolutions Which I Shall Set Down For All To See, That Ye May Hold Me Accountable.
1. Stop being such a sad-sack grumpass. Seriously, it's time to stop blaming my hormones and just be fun again, and remember how to APPRECIATE (subresolution: wean the baby at 1 year old, if not before. I am one of these weird people who loves breastfeeding even though I am sure it is draining my energy, libido, and general will to be fun, and giving me arthritis. So, we'll move on to the next phase of mommying and see how that goes, mmkay?).
2. Lower my cholesterol. It is SCARY HIGH.
3. Get on top of the household financial situation. (scary to do as a newly minted SAHM, but I am looking into credit counseling and budgeting and coupons and general pinching of the pennies! None of which I will tell you about, because that shit is capital B-oooring)
4. Go to dance class regularly. And do the spring performance.
5. Make things: bread, scarves, whatever. Just stop sitting on your creative urges and actually MAKE things. (subresolution: learn how to sew)
6. Bring Little A. to visit the old ladies (my grammas, who adore the bean even if they can't quite remember her name) more often. At least once a month.
7. Write things. Buy a book of poetry writing prompts (any suggestions?). Do NaBloPoMo for at least two months.
8. Read things. Turn off the stupid TV, and go to the library, you dumbass who complains about never having any books and just re-reads the same shit over and over even if it is depressing (see above)!
9. Grow things. The baby, of course, but also a garden outside, get more plants for the inside, and get a new kitty (subresolution: keep house tidy and cute).
10. Get really really drunk at least once. Preferably in New York City, with Nurse Green, my coblogger, and the FYD, but any combination of those folks anywhere in the world would be OK.
Wishing you a totally awesome TWENTY TEN!