So, there we have it. Christmas and New Year is over for another year, the decorations are down, new toys put away (sort of) and the rubbish has been collected. Always a sign that things are back to normal.
Was it all worth it? The effort, the money (oh, the money), the worry of ‘have the children got enough’, the pressure to make the season memorable and, well, Christmassy, and did I mention the money?
Of course it was. Who didn’t sit there basking in satisfaction as their friends/family/children ripped open their carefully chosen (and not panic bought minutes before the shops closed – honest) presents. I for one was pretty pleased with myself, as the children opened everything that was on their list, plus plenty of extra presents, until a certain little madam surveyed the living room and declared ‘Oh, I haven’t got much.’
Aaaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh. Like a knife to the heart. Anyway, it was a great Christmas, despite a little ungratefulness.
And so to the New Year. I’m not really a fan, I find people act strangely at New Year, especially with a drink down them, and it’s never as good a night as you want or expect it to be. So, as is tradition in our house the children went to bed as normal, and me and him indoors played Super Mario. Then went to bed. We do acknowledge the New Year, though, with a special candlelit dinner. Perfect.
I am excited for this year though, hopefully it will be the year I conquer The Driving Test, which is really turning out to be my Achilles heel. If I’m not in the wrong lane, I’m driving 10 mph too slow or nudging, NUDGING the kerb in a parallel park ffs! I’m not a boy racer or dangerous driver, just pass me you miserable b*****ds!!! Sorry.
It will be the year when I reach my goal of being a size 10 again, I will work for it instead of just expecting my body to eventually just shrink back down. It is not happening, so I will, in fact, have to partake in some exercise and lower my food consumption. See, it’s easy.
I also aim to buy some clothes, I don’t say this to shock, but I hate shopping (apart from grocery shopping, a full cupboard and fridge gives me great satisfaction) I have about 6 items in my wardrobe, none of them nice, and feel that at the age of 28 I need to, as I have mentioned before find my ‘style’.
I also want to have as much fun and quality time (I hate that phrase) with my gorgeous, gorgeous, beautiful, clever, funny children. The girls are growing up so fast and Frankie will be starting school late this year (this year!!!! Noooooo!) and I will make the most of them wanting me around them, because before long, they wont. Sob sob.
So, Happy New Year to you all, hope you all achieve exactly what you want this year and enjoy yourself in doing so.