Every year I make New Year’s resolutions. And, every year, I fail to follow through on them. I just realized that it is January 22 and I have not made a single resolution. I guess that is a failure in itself…failing to follow-through before I even start. The ultimate fail. Well done, Jenna, well done.
My resolutions have always revolved around losing weight or being healthier. Right now, the thought of running or doing any form of exercise makes me want to cry, literally.
My day starts at 5:15AM with a shower (yes, I find time to shower, and you’re welcome), nursing, then pumping, then playing, then packing Riley’s lunch, then getting Riley dressed, and out the door by 7:30 AM for an 8:00 AM day-care drop-off, then back to Burlington for work until 4:00, then back in the car to get Riley by 4:30, back home, to play, feed Riley dinner, get her into PJs, read stories and snuggle before a 7:00PM bedtime. At this point, Pat and I say hi to each other, wash bottles, wash the three or four outfits Riley soiled at daycare with either poo, spit-up or dirt, maybe eat dinner, maybe watch Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune, and literally crawl into bed by 8:15… it is a marathon people, not a sprint.
So, I don’t run and let’s face it, if I did, it would be more of a shuffle. However, I do some minimal weight lifting…and by weight lifting I mean carrying our 18 lb baby, car seat, diaper bag, daycare bag, computer bag and purse to and from the car twice a day.
I also do some stair climbing… and by stair climbing I mean the nursery is on the second floor… wet diaper? – up the stairs. Forgot a bib? – up the stairs. Riley pooped two minutes after you changed her? – up the stairs. Throw-up two minutes after that? -up the stairs. You get it.
So this year, I’m skipping the exercise and weight loss goals, and trading them in for a few things that are a little more realistic.
Resolution number 1– learn to cook. That’s right, not only am I not going to lose weight (sorry, Pat), I am going to learn how to make delicious, fattening food and become a pleasantly plump, domestic goddess. OR if we are being real here, I will at least learn how to make a few things other than egg sandwiches (though they are delicious), lasagna with pre-boiled noodles, and grilled cheese.
Resolution number 2 – stop being afraid of EVERYTHING. I have been suffering from anxiety and OCD for a long time and I do not want to pass on these fears to Riley. She is smart, she watches everything. She notices when Mommy stops at each carbon monoxide detector and counts to 6 in multiples of two while tapping her finger. She also notices the look of absolute horror on my face when strangers touch her hand or she puts her mouth on the shopping cart. I want her to be able to go to the bathroom at places other than her home without thinking she is going to die. I want her to be able to wear flip-flops in the summer without thinking she is going to step on a needle. Most of all, I just want her to be happy. I want to be happy.
I was going to do more, but I’m exhausted just trying to think about how to succeed at these. So, I will stop here and focus on what glamorous meal I am going to cook tonight. Anything will be better than the Cheerios I had last night. Right?
What are your resolutions? I love to
steal hear other people’s goals!
Happy Hump Day!