So, we’re back. Not that there is anything wrong with being
back. I’m actually incredibly ready to be back. To have a schedule. To clean
out every closet in my house because OUT WITH THE OLD! BURN THE SAGE! TOSS THE
THING THAT YOU SHOULD HAVE TOSSED … EARLIER. And yet, getting back into the
swing of things is no easy feat. Especially when you have to rally, not just
for yourself but for your kids, who are like, "VACATIONS 4-EVER!"
Because, let’s face it, nobody wants to wake up in the dark
to go to school. Nobody wants to put on a school uniform after wearing princess
dresses with rainbow tights on their heads for three straight weeks. Nobody
wants to NOT make cookies with all the sprinkles.
This week, the twins went back to school mid-week and, once
again, it took us hours to get out the door. And then once we got to school it
was separation anxiety central, because “Why do Archer and Fable get to stay
home and not us?” (I actually kept the
twins home at the beginning of the week. And then I realized it was impossible
to get anything done with everyone here, so I insisted they go back to school. Sorry,
Anyway, to all of you who are, like me, trying to regain some
sense of schedule: Hi, welcome. Let’s hug.
I don’t know about you guys, but at the moment I can’t help
but want to both ride the New Year momentum (so something awesome and
groundbreaking!) while simultaneously recognizing that I can barely deliver the
I only wish that there was a switch I could flip to make it
easier to go back to work and life and shaving my legs. Because, Lord knows, I
haven’t seen a razor in weeks. I am growing, like, six beards right now, and not
because I’m trying to be all lumbersexual up in here. I am legit OVER IT. Like,
eh, hair is fine. It’s just … hair.
Meanwhile, there’s all this pressure to get into the gym and
hire a trainer and do a juice cleanse, which is not at all what I’m doing right now.
I am, however, doing the following five things:
Five Things I Am
(Currently) Doing in the New Year
around the house with one of those giant, desk-size day planner calendars, trying
to think of things to do … later
bags of gently worn (no longer in use) clothes in my trunk and forgetting I put
them there until I open my trunk and everything falls out into the middle of
the street and I am picking up toddler underwear and pink Ugg boots in the
parking garage at Target.
Three sentences a night before falling asleep.
all of the things I should be organizing underneath the beds of the various
rooms I should be organizing, making exceptions ONLY for food items like apple
cores and petrified string cheese.
2016 on all checks and forms because I don’t know why, actually. I thought 2015
was last year?
There are other things I’m doing so far this year, of course, but it’s too much work to write them down right now. Maybe next week, when the
kids are back in school and I’m not typing this post while standing up at the
local coffee shop, utilizing their wi-fi (ours has been down for two days) as I
drink my latte with my children all, like, “Are
you done yet? Can we go home now?”
Yes, kids. We can.
What about you guys? What does your life look like nine days
into this fine-looking year? Are you killing it? Or do you just feel dead?