Well Princess has been dropped off with her dad! That was a trip from Hell...well not the getting there but the actual being there for the drop off! He's an ass always. Enough said. The Hub and the neighborhood boys are trying to blow up the cul de sac. Usually the littlest clown is afraid and cries (even when inside) whenever there are fireworks anywhere around....I guess recently turning 8 has caused him to graduate to the Big Boy Club because he's hanging with the Big Boys. Granted the house is quiet except that outside it sounds like we live in the middle of a war zone. I'm not complaining because I like the quiet and it's great for the boys to have time with the Hub. I'm sure the shoe is going to drop because I doubt very seriously that the Hub is shooting fireworks for the single mom down the street...I'm sure some of our hard earned cash paid for some of those.....Poof up in smoke! I swear I'm just not going to ask, just let boys be boys and sit by the fire and blog and crochet!
Resolutions
Every year I say that I'm going to do this and do that for the year...does it ever happen?!?!? Heck no!!! Maybe for a week or two but then back to usual. Lose weight...well I did but not intentionally, it was medically induced by migraine medications. I don't think I could even count that on a technicality. I did resolve to work on my relationship with Princess (hence the Psychiatrist) and that has improved. I've come to understand her anorexia, OCD, and panic disorder. Those have improved a lot.
New resolutions. A friend on Facebook (yes, that dreaded succubus) is doing 12 resolutions. In reality one resolution a month would be more doable but not sure if I have that many things that I'm willing to face head on. I'm a chicken shit at heart!! My resolutions are definitely going to require some soul searching. Cheesy resolution....don't sweat the small stuff....that would be easy if I weren't a chronic worrier!!
Can you just resolve to just survive?!?!?!?
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