Yes, folks, I’m still alive. Somehow. I made it through a stressful holiday season, although my house is still a total mess (except for the kitchen… thank you Ches!!) and I have a few more days before I send Ches and Aiden back to school and I can get into a routine again. The wierd part is just how tired I am this week. I spent the first day of 2008 sleeping. Seriously. I didn’t wake up until 11:30 am, and I took several naps thoughout the day. I hope this doesn’t set a tone for how all of 2008 goes.
I look back on 2007, and I can’t say that I’ve really accomplished a lot. I feel like I’ve merely existed this past year and I need to do so much more than just take up a little space on this planet.
Resolutions seem so passe’, have you noticed? No one wants to admit to making a New Year’s Resolution because they are usually broken by 12:08 am on New Year’s Day. However, it’s a good time to look back, reflect, and decide on what and how to change things for the future. I didn’t make any resolutions last year, and maybe that was part of my problem. Several years ago (when Aiden was still a baby) I made resolutions. I wrote them down, and I gave myself a timeline for each resolution, too. I didn’t keep every single one of them, but I did accomplish a lot more that year. I’m thinking I’m going to do that again this year. Give me a few more days and I’ll write it out for you guys.
One resolutions I will give is this: I am going back to writing a lot. I want to keep up my blog more frequently (it is my journal, after all), and I’m going to keep up my novel that I started for NaNoWriMo. Hopefully I’ll have it done before next November’s NaNoWriMo!! Hee hee. I need these things for my own sanity. You all know how much I love comments and need affirmation, though. So leave lots and lots of comments, and I’ll do the same for you. Deal? Good.
I received “The Official Scrabble Players Dictionary (Fourth Edition)” for Christmas this year, so watch out, all of you on Facebook who play Scrabbulus with me. I’m gonna just get better and better. Yay me!
Oh, and a funny story about Aiden before I end this completely wierd and random entry… the other night Ches sat down with a chocolate chip cookie and a glass of milk when suddenly three boys descended on him, begging for cookies of their own. It was a blur of faces and voices, and they got right in Ches’ face. So I said, “Hey, can you guys at least give Dad a chance to breathe??” The kids backed off, and Aiden walked into the kitchen. Aiden turned to Dallin and said with complete sincerity, “I’m going to stay right here and wait for Dad to get done breathing.”
Could you ask for a sweeter son? Or a more entertaining child? I didn’t think so.