Where you hate yourself for not doing everything you said you would do, but then you try to set new goals, achievable or not.
So last year, I made a few resolutions. Four to be exact. I wrote three of them in the blog a year ago today.
- Get my family to eat healthier.
- Get published.
- Get organized.
- Take better care of myself.
Well, I’d like to say that I accomplished all my goals, but that would be a pretty big fat lie that I would have to carry on for as long as I know you. I really try to save those for the big things, you know like scratching the paint of the car owned less than a week, letting a runt pug puppy walk off the vet examination table, keying someone’s car, or burying a body.
The first one, I think I did rather well. Especially this summer when my boys would eat their body weight in watermelon if I let them. I’m baking more and trying to sneak purees into their breakfasts. Their lunch usually has both a vegetable and fruit. Dinner has two serving of vegetables and often a third or a fruit. Of course, they usually ignore it. But Tornado S loves broccoli in all forms, and Tornado E can’t get enough carrots and apples. Plus I got my parents, brother, and grandma eating more vegetables. My grandma even had fresh vegetables chopped up for an appetizer for the big holiday meals, and my mom is regular without her fiber. Yeah, I kind of rock. Now if only I could get the boys to try more.
The second one was a complete bust. I wrote one poem this whole year, worthy of publishing. Sure I went through my Poet’s Market, but did I put any of those dates down? Nope. Did I try to write at least once a week? Nope. Yeah, I suck. But I did start a craft blog and a craft hub page. I started taking pictures of my crafts. I spent the summer working on it until my laptop crashed and burned. So I have to take time to wrestle with Vista and get back to craft blogging and publishing hub pages.
As for number three, Hahahahahahahahaha. As the natural pessimist, I could berate myself all day about how horrible I’ve done. I rarely file. I often find pink bills in my mailbox. I’m embarrassed to admit that I got our internet/phone/cable shut off and missed the disconnect date for the electric bill by one day and begged them to let me pay them and not turn off my electricity. The moral of the story the bundle people suck and the electric company was totally cool and chill. (The dude was like, um, ma’am, we haven’t even put in the disconnect order yet, you can calm down.) The only upside is this house is cleaner than the last. The boys’ toys, my make-up, and my pantry are totally organized.
The last one I decided on about a week after I made my grand resolution list and had you all pat me on the head. Over a year ago I had a huge spot of skin cancer taken off my back, and just to scare you all, I’m not even thirty yet. We haven’t had dental insurance in years, and I think it might be ten years since I went to the dentist. I decided if I was going to keep my family healthy, I should be healthier. So I started a morning skin routine, taking time to actually take care of my face and even put sunscreen every day. I started flossing every day, never missing a day with two types of mouthwash. I started wearing a pedometer. I actually was five pounds from being within my scientifically determined weight goal before I got pregnant with Tornado S.
So what am I going to do this year?
- Get more organized.
- Get published.
- Get dental insurance and a dentist.
- Save more.
Ok, obviously I need to get better at organizing myself. It’s plain embarrassing that I’m always late on bills. I’m on the verge of turning 30, and I can’t figure out when and how to pay bills? The good news is my BFF bought me a planner to help me when we realized the last time I was organized I carried a planner. I’ve been doing the system for a month, and it seems to be working. I’m writing down the amount and when bills are due on both the planner and the family calendar. I’ve got my eye focused on catching up on the important filing. (Though there’s something so unsatisfying about this job and I think I know what it is. As a wave washes more oil onto the beach.) I’m going to organize the craft stuff because it’s a disaster, and I’m going to carve a little tiny place to be organized.
Bare with me. I’m going to go through my Poet’s Market in the next few days and write down all the due dates for contests. I’m not really sure how I’m going to fit in more writing time, but I’ll try to work on it.
I can’t say when we’ll get it. I hear finding dental insurance is a real bitch when you’re a single family payer. I’ve heard horror stories about paying insurance that turns out not to cover anything. So I’ll have to do some research. We’re already paying 450 a month on health insurance, and my OB/GYN’s office prefers us to pay up front for the pregnancy, so we have some bills we’re conquering. But damnit, I will get us insurance sometime this year; I will find us a dentist; and I will get us into appointments.
I think every one says this. I’m a big saver, but lately I’ve fallen off the wagon. It makes me tense not to save. I like to save up for something. The Husband is a spender. He likes to get things when we have the money. He also cuts his own checks, so you can see where the tension is in the family. But I’m thinking I’ll make a jar that says “Disneyland or Bust,” and maybe he’ll get the idea. Of course, this saving thing will work a whole lot better if the economy would turn around. (Which it better. Soon.)
So we’ll see how this all pans out, seeing that I’m going to have a baby in April. I also have this whole list in my planner, right in front, staring me in the face. So wish me luck.
Any one want to share their resolutions?