So how is everyone’s year going so far?
2014 treating you kindly?
I have to say it has been a pretty good 2 weeks at our house, unless you count the whining and complaining about homework every night and the returning to school each morning.
My goal for next year’s winter break is to make it painfully taxing for the munchkins, so they are aching to return to their classroom.
I’m going to add to my calendar to read more Charles Dickens in November to prep my kids for December’s work houses, plight and other depressing, dark tales.
This is a technique I haven’t tried yet, so I’ll let you all know how it goes this time next year.
On January 9, 2014, if you didn’t know I was on Kansas City LIVE!, KSHB TVs morning talk-show. Snarky in the Suburbs, and funny author/blogger Paige Kellerman joined me in a “Mom Panel” to discuss New Year’s Resolutions for moms.
I clearly stated I hated them and wouldn’t set any goals for myself because I think it is a great way to beat up on yourself, if you don’t keep to your promise. Why would you want to set yourself up for failure right at the beginning of the year?
You should set up goals that will definitely be a win for you, like:
• Get up out of bed each day and put both feet on the floor. (unless you are missing a limb, then God bless you and I’m terribly sorry for your loss!)
• Breathe more than 25 times/day every day of the year.
• Collect your mail at a minimum once a week.
• Talk in a “big-girl or big-boy” voice for at least 15% of the day.
• Shave a part of your body once every 2 weeks.
• Urinate as needed.
These are the type of goals that when I get them done, I can check them off and say, “Hot dog! I am the Queen of Resolutions and I have personal drive!!”
Then you can pat yourself on the back, or have somebody pat you on the tush, and go on with your day with a smile on your face.
So back to my public announcement: I said I would never make the resolution to expect perfection to get snacks and water bottles in the munchkins’ backpacks. This was expecting too much of me.
Well, folks…I would like to inform you that I made it 2 solid weeks without messing up!
Thank goodness I didn’t set a goal for myself to remember snacks the rest of the year.
Now I don’t have to beat myself up that at snack time, my kids had to go to the nurse AGAIN to beg like Dickinsonian orphans for more “Gruel, please!”
Come to think of it…I might need to buy a case of pretzels for the nurse.