Well, with the “winter break” (Ha! Raise your hand if you actually feel any kind of post-vacation bliss right about now. Nobody? Me neither. How about if I ask who feels “winter broken?” Yep… me too.) drawing to a close, things are starting to get back to “normal” around here.
I fully acknowledge the overuse of quotation marks in that opening statement. Cut me some slack as I ease back into this writing thing.
Sheepdog is spending more time at the office, the teenagers are slowly backing off from sleeping during business hours more than nighttime ones, and the littles are walking around like zombies, muttering “I’m hungry” and “I’m sooooooo bored” even after they have eaten us out of house and home and played their way through every single clamshell case and blister package that found its way under our Christmas tree.
What? Those were legitimate quotes. Compulsory marks do not count.
So, after just ONE MORE DAY of winter break, Sheepdog will go to work and the kids will go to school and I will… I will…
What will I do? What will I do? What will I do?
What will I do?
There are no more decorations to put up or take down. There are no more presents to buy or wrap or deliver (well, Kid A does have her 18th birthday coming up in a few days, but how do you even begin to wrap a tattoo?). There are no more goodies to make or bake or eat. There are no more envelopes to address and cards to mail, no more trips to pack for (or unpack from), no more holiday parties to plan or attend. It’s like November and December are 100-mile-an-hour months in a BMW hard-top convertible (sometimes with the top down…BRRRR, Green Bay!) – fun but fast. Then in January you can’t go over 50 m.p.h. because you are driving around in one of those exclusively electric cars, like a Nissan Leaf.
Seriously, what will I do?
Fortunately, there is always something to do around here. Mostly, there are chores… shopping for, preparing, and cleaning up after meals, laundry, cleaning out closets and the garage to make room for our holiday haul. Then there’s the driving… lots and lots and lots of driving. And sometimes I have to take care of sick kids. And following the hustle and bustle of November and December, I now have to add “pay many, many bills,” “exercise,” and then “exercise some more because you sure didn’t ever say ‘no’ to the shrimp fondue or the wine, dummy” to my To-Do ASAP list.
All legitimate quotes, dammit.
So, I have all of the boring, repetitive stuff, but I also have some fun stuff coming up too. I plan on being really committed to my attempts at writing a book this year. I started in November during NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), which challenges people to write over 50,000 words during the month, using inspirational quotes and emails and a really unrealistic timeline. I wrote a chapter (a good one!) during the first few days, but nobody showed up at my front door to rough me up or chase me if I didn’t keep it up, so then I did the other things first that were higher on my priority list. Seriously, who has time to flesh out the back story of a secondary, yet pivotal, character while they are simultaneously basting a turkey and making cranberry sauce from actual cranberries and agave nectar for 30 people?
But I do have time to continue to keep up this blog and occasionally write chapters of a book that has been knocking around in my head for years. Especially during January.
And then there is my workout routine, which over the years has been spotty at best, and non-existent if I’m being realistic. I have two workout speeds… maniacal and eating raw cookie batter when nobody is watching. Acknowledging that unhealthy discrepancy, and the fact that I have been blessed with an extremely responsive overall body type, I have decided that 2014 is going to be the year for me to stop making excuses and screwing around and I am going to get healthy. Even if nobody chases me.
When I go to Atlanta Blood Services to donate platelets, my body can produce three bags at one time. Every time. No kidding. And that is apparently not a normal thing. I am freakishly strong. I once moved a couch and a love seat from the living room on the main floor down to the playroom in the basement all by myself. And then I carried two ginormous leather chairs up the stairs. I grew five healthy babies from scratch in this body (with a little starter help from Sheepdog, of course), and helped them grow even stronger and healthier by breastfeeding them. And a year after I had Kid E, I did P90X and I was legitimately rocking a bikini on the beach. I just got lazy and let things slide after that. And that’s just wasteful.
Well, no more. No more sliding, no more excuses, no more cookie batter. Santa brought me P90X3 and I’m going to go push play. Right after I finish this post and fold the laundry.
I’m just keeping it “real,” folks.
OK, I’m done with the quotation marks now.
Wish me luck for tomorrow…