2010

I just wanted to practice writing that. This last year flew. In fact, the last 6 1/2 years have flown. I no longer think of those parents who tell you how fast their kids grew up as crazy. At the rate I feel like time is passing now I'll be a grandma in about three years. Strangely, I still feel like I'm playing house sometimes. But there's no denying I'm getting older. I had to check a box for the third oldest demographic the other day. And don't get me started about how I felt when I went to Charlotte Russe to buy my first and only ever pair of skinny jeans (they are solely for the purpose of having more clothes to wear with my boots)--definitely the oldest person in a 3 store radius. Ooh! But later, a shoe store salesman who had to scoot by me said, "Excuse me, honey." And while my feminist side probably should have been offended, I was so happy not to be called "ma'am" I probably made an idiot of myself beaming.

Okay, my rant is over. 2009 was a pretty good year, I got to have 2 children in school (for part of the year anyway) and everyone slept through the night. Chad started his own practice and I snuck money out of our stretched budget for a little decorating here and there.

But for 2010 I'm going to work on my mom skills. I got into a bit of a rut in 2009. A lot of my proactiveness ceased--okay, ALL of my proactiveness ceased. As my kids got older a lot of their antics lost their cuteness and I had a hard time laughing and spent more time being annoyed, frustrated, and avoiding them whenever possible.

So here's to a change in 2010. I'm going to try to spend less time on the computer perusing furniture and more time enjoying my kids. In all their fiestyness. And I will learn to like it. Or they may spend part of their adult lives in therapy.