Happy Birthday, Kiddo!

It seems so impossible to think that my hubby and I are parents.  Parents of a teenager! Wow!!!  It’s been a wild and amazing journey.  Kiddo was born in the middle of a snow storm.  When the snow began to fall today, and our faces felt like they might freeze and fall off, it brought me right back to that day, to that place, to that brief moment in time.

We celebrated kiddo’s birthday week with an outing on Tuesday—laser tag and go carts. Kiddo and I went shopping for bigger school shoes on Wednesday and rewarded ourselves with Chinese buffet afterward.  And today, we went to a matinee showing of “Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.” (Great movie!!!)

I had thought I’d get more done today.  Unimportant stuff.  There’s a selfish part of me that was tempted to make excuses, to mix up my priorities.  A part of me didn’t want to go out in the cold.  A part of me was tempted to stay home.  A part of me whined, we can have just as much fun staying home, staying inside, being hermits.  We can do something else today.  Kiddo will understand.  I am SO glad that I refused to listen to that selfish inner voice.  We had a great time together.  We made the most of the winter break from school.  When we got home, I made us dinner and homemade birthday cake.  Best of all, Kiddo said he had a great day.  (And I had a great day, too!)

 

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Crossing Over

My Christmas decorations are DOWN.  I feel like an adult.  Old decorations are down, other knick-knacks go up tomorrow, and it’s only the fourth of January.  Woo hoo!

I’ve been trying to switch out my knick-knacks once a month.  At this point in my life, I’ve collected a LOT of cute and interesting things, but a friend of mine taught me the importance of only keeping some of them out at any given time.  It works out well: less decorations to dust, easier to maintain, and I enjoy my decorations more because they always seem fresh and new even when they’re not.

So tomorrow, my home is crossing over from Christmas into winter decor, with heavy emphasis on kiddo related objects.  (January is the kiddo’s birthday month.  YAY!)  I actually look forward to these changes.  Sure, it’s kind of a pain to tuck the old stuff away, but I love seeing my packed away treasures on my shelves again.  🙂

via Daily Prompt: Crossing

Bathrobe Hypocracy

I think I’m a hypocrite.

Two days ago, I was sneering at all the joggers I saw on January 1st.  It’s a though the new year seems to spark something primal in us.  Practically everyone wants to see changes in their lives.  They want to be a “new person.”  (At least for a minute.)  Gym memberships soar.  Diets begin.  Charities are suddenly bloated with donations of dusty old clutter and worn out clothing.  Out with the old.  In with the new.  I’m going to be a better person this year, just you wait and see.

And then…the second week of January rolls in.  The kids are back in school.  Our old patterns re-emerge.  Pizza is easier to bring home than vegetables.  Who has time to cook? Junk mail piles back up on the table.  Life returns to the status quo.

I hate the idea of NewYear’s resolutions because I know that most of the time they end in failure.  When you struggle with depression, it’s never a good idea to set yourself up for even MORE failure.  I like the idea of everyone changing for the better.  I just know that it takes more than fluffy hopes and dreams to rebuild a rusted interior.

But here I am, blogging in my bathrobe, thinking that maybe, just maybe, I can defy the statistics.  Maybe I can rename my hypocrisy?  I won’t call them New Year’s resolutions.  Oh no!  I’m making life changes.  That’s completely different!

And it is.

And it isn’t.

I know I shouldn’t make the same tired choices.  I know they won’t make me happy.  But it’s soooooo much easier to do what comes naturally, what I’ve been doing all along.  It’s easier to snack on sweets, to self-medicate with junk food, rather than make a proper meal.  It’s easier to read books than to write them.  It’s easier to leave the laundry in the basket than to fold it and put it away.  It’s easier to coast thoughtlessly through life rather than make conscious choices about where I’m going and what I want to do with my time.  My inner voice has been bombarding me with nasty comments and I have to remind myself to take baby steps.  Teeny.  Tiny.  Baby steps.

via Daily Prompt: Interior