Happy New Year!!!
So, it’s January 14th. What? I’m doing my best.
I know that I said two posts ago that it wasn’t my fabulous New Year’s post. Neither is this. However, it IS my New Year’s post. It’s just not fabulous.
I always get kind of happy about a new year rolling around. I like the clean slate. I like having a whole year in front of me…brand new with no mistakes in it yet. I don’t always make new year’s resolutions. Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don’t. At the very least, I always spend a good deal of time thinking about stuff, and contemplating where I am in my life and how I want to do better.
Until this year.
This year, I began my year recovering from surgery. I got out of bed long enough to walk into the living room and watch the ball drop in Times Square. I kissed my husband, and went back to bed. There I stayed…for days. A day or two into the new year, I cried on the phone to Amy that I was missing my new year. I hadn’t had a chance to contemplate or resolve or even to celebrate.
I was getting much better a few days ago, and declared Monday to be my New Year. My narcotics had ran out, but I was hopeful. The nausea and dizziness was pretty much gone, and I was mostly just dealing with bad headaches. I decided to take some Tylenol, and get on with it. I got up Monday morning, and did some stuff. I took a shower early in the day. I fed my kids. I started homeschool back with the kids. Chris and I went to Bible study, and had a good time. I rocked Monday.
Then came Tuesday.
Tuesday, I woke up sick. By Tuesday afternoon, I was throwing up. By Tuesday evening, I couldn’t get out of bed, was puking in a bowl, and had to call my mom to come and help with the kids. By Tuesday night, Kyra, Elijah, and Abby Jo had joined me in the sickness. Tuesday sucked in a major way.
Wednesday dawned, and I was not sick but very weak. I was down a few more pounds, and exhausted. The kids were still kind of sick, and I was slightly discouraged. The first two weeks of 2010 have sucked! The satisfaction and momentum of Monday had faded. By the end of the day, Chris was sick.
Here I sit now…in the wee hours of Thursday morning…January 14th, and I just decided. My New Year starts today. I’m not even going to count these last two weeks. They sucked. They don’t fit into my idea of what 2010 is going to be like, so I decided that they just don’t count. If I had something fruity and sparkly, I would toast you.
Here’s to 2010! Happy New Year, everyone!
