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Monday, January 03, 2005
resolutions. I am such a sheep.
One nice thing about being an adult is that it's OK for Christmastime to end. When I was little there were very few days sadder than the one on which the tree came down -- although it doesn't seem to bother my kids much (maybe that's because they have birthdays to look forward to in the middle of the year. Unlike some people I know). Now it's... not exactly a relief; I wouldn't say that, but it's just nice to move on and get on with regular life, I guess.
I think our Christmas decorations breed while they're out of their boxes. I swear we could fit everything in that crate last year, but this year there was just no way. And I don't think we bought anything new to go in it. It is an odd phenomenon and I think someone should look into it. I'm sure I'm not the only one who has to deal with it, right?
Remember last year when I swore I didn't make resolutions? I lied. I have made three. Baaa.
- The housecleaning thing I mentioned in that survey the other day. Of course, I, er, haven't started this one yet. So technically I've already broken it, haven't I. Darn. But I wonder if that gets me off the hook for the rest of the year?
- I'm going to keep track of the books I read. I have a lot of online acquaintances who do this, and it seems like such a nice thing to be able to look back at the end of a year or a month and actually remember what you've read. I forget, and if for some reason I want to remember (like, for example, for that survey thing), I have to go through my journal and my emails and look for places where I just happen to mention books I've read. So I'll make a little text file and try to remember to add to it every time I finish a book.
- 1300 calories, 64 oz. of water, and a walk every day (weather permitting on the walk -- it has been delightfully rainy for over a week here, and I won't go so far as to commit myself to an exercise video or anything drastic like that on days when I can't go for a walk outside. I'm not that crazy). Again. Sigh.
The kids and I did do a bang-up job of cleaning the living room before we took the decorations down tonight. T was late getting home from work, and I looked around the house and thought, 'if I were coming home from a sixteen-hour day of working in near-blizzard conditions and encountering unexpected obstacles and a whole bunch of stressful stuff like that, would I want to walk into a cluttery disaster like this?' And after I narrowly avoided a panic attack just at the thought of such a circumstance, we all three got to work and made the place more livable. For the next eight hours anyway -- and that's only because people will be asleep. And do me a favor and don't look in the kitchen, OK?
