Nothing makes you realize how truly trivial the holidays are like death – or having children.
Last night was New Year’s Eve. Not a single fuck was given by my toddler, who decided he would break the mold and fall asleep early last night. This also led to me falling asleep early. I didn’t see the ball drop, and today’s just another day filled with demands for bottles, juice, and phone thievery.
Although I’m not one to romanticize a “new year”, I do have a lot to look forward to in 2015. We’re expecting baby #2, a girl, in February. It will definitely change the dynamic in our household. I’m kind of terrified, but mostly excited. We have a lot of other things on our plate, too, but I’m mostly focused on not being pregnant anymore. Have I mentioned I hate being pregnant? Because right now I do. I really, really hate it. I’m ready to just be sleep deprived – not sleep deprived, in pain, with heartburn.
I also want to blog a lot more in 2015. The past few months have been very busy for me, and I’ve definitely neglected my soapbox for far too long. If there’s one new year’s resolution I’ll make, it’s to blog more. I’m just going to pat myself on the back right now for clearly keeping up with that resolution already. 😉