When my husband came home from work last night, he announced that he had taken the week between Christmas and New Year's off from work. He also mentioned that during this break, we might be able to get some projects done around the house. Here is part of the this I almost immediately formulated in my head:
1. Potty-training (1/3/10: Nope, though we have seen a bit of progress in this area)
2. Weaning (1/3/10: Nope, though K has demonstrated proficiency at drinking (vs. taking liquid into her mouth and letting it fall over her lips, to her chin, to her shirt and laughing) from a sippy cup!
3. Walk the dog every day (we've gotten lazy about that lately) (1/3/10: Not every day, but more frequently than before!)
4. Create a regular exercise schedule (Nope. No progress, either)
5. Catch up on some sleep (Yes, and no)
6. Work more hours, for my paying, part-time job (No)
7. Have some free time (Hmm? Well, my husband and I did go out for lunch. By ourselves. Once.)
8. Put away all of the clean laundry (Well? Hard to say. Some laundry was put away. And more came. And more. And more.)
9. Create a work space, for above-mentioned job (No, not at all)
10. Blog and journal more (No, not at all)
Now, I thought about this list, and I thought, "Wow, I might be an over-achiever!"
Then I realized, I'll never actually get through most of this list, so I can't say that I'm actually achieving. What does that make me? An over-thinker? An over-lister?
.....And then, what else happened?
1. My husband collapsed, twice, from low blood pressure. We (the kids and I) took him to the doctor, he had an EKG and an echo-cardiogram. Problem seems to be better, though not resolved.
2. My car started making funny surging and ticking noises, so it went to the garage (I first typed garbage, which was perhaps more fitting. After six days, we got the car back. They didn't find anything wrong with it. Right.)
3. My family caught yet ANOTHER nasty, phlegmy, cold; Bear caught it the worst. You know how that goes: over-night - Baby is up, Mom is up, Dad gets up, E, too sometimes)
4. Bill's mother's tooth fell out. Of .her dentures. While she was eating dinner, at our house. Within 24 hours, a referral from our dentist, and $90 (cash-only, please!), she found a "tooth lab," which replaced her tooth. And then she could shop, and smile, again.
5. I dyed my hair, and a few days later noticed that it appeared highlighted. I didn't intend highlights. The highlights are red. Red-ish. Kind-of.
6. We had a lovely, quiet Christmas. Just Me, B, the kids, and Andy. The kids opened 90% of their presents over the course of TWELVE hours. Never would have predicted that.
