I hate to be all Debbie Downer and stuff, but so far, 2014 blows.
Well, I should say that the last month of 2013 did as well, so it's not all 2014's fault.
Here's why: someone in this house has been sick pretty much every, single day since the week before Tate was born.
I've been sick three times (beyond having a c-section), and one of those included gratuitous puking. As someone who rarely pukes (beside when I'm pregnant and that totally doesn't count), puking sick is the worst kind of sick you can ever be.
Husband has been sick twice. I'm pretty sure he's currently in the middle of the flu, which immediately followed his own case of the pukes. I'm counting that as one sickness.
We spent New Year's Eve and New Year's Day puking and clumsily trying to manage to take care of the kids without getting them sick or strangling them for being too loud for our aching bodies and sensitive ears.
We missed every, single holiday party, several birthday parties, bookclub, etc.
(Some of those I didn't miss because I was sick, but because I was too damn tired to leave the house - you forget how exhausting it is to have a newborn. Even if they sleep relatively well.)
The good news is that it can only get better from here, right?
My current project is getting Tate on some kind of a schedule. Oh, I know he's still really young, but I think most of his crying jags (and they have been many since Christmas Eve) are because he's overly tired. Apparently he's just like his mother and can't concentrate on anything if he's tired. Anyway, I'm trying a little Baby Wise...except, you know, not as Nazi as that.
My goal for the New Year is to have a bi-monthly meal plan, shop only once every two weeks (because it seems like we're going to the grocery store pretty much every other day for something or other. And spending lots of money in the process.), and eat out as little as possible.
Oh, and my other goal is to get sassy. I don't really know what that means or how to measure it, which apparently disqualifies it from being an actual goal. And to the people who made up the stupid rules on what does and does not qualify as a goal (I blame Suze Orman), I say, "Whatever, dude. Just whatever."