I know this is exactly how you wanted to start your new year. With bacon, cream, potatoes, cheese, and everything that is right with this world minus resolutions. But here’s the thing. I’m just going to throw out a guess here, and say you’re a little like me. You are
slightly neurotic finding it hard to keep new year resolutions when the new year starts on a Tuesday. Isn’t there an unspoken law that every new beginning starts on a Monday, the first day of the week — err, Sundays never count but as a last hurrah.
I mean isn’t that what we say? Monday I will start eating a salad everyday instead of Ben and Jerry’s Peanut Butter World (ohmygah!). Monday I will wake up at 7 a.m. instead of rolling out of bed when I hear the baby wake up at 9 a.m.. Monday I will start running off the extra
baby toddler weight I’ve been lugging around for over a year. Monday I will finally get back into the kitchen since the play room is finished and our ghetto baby gate comprised of two dinning room chairs and a board are in place to keep my kitchen enthusiastic son locked away in BallBookToy Land, where all babies are joyful and not at all whinny because mama isn’t right next to them at all times playing and entertaining them and smooching their squishy cheeks and giving long soothing back rubs and caressing fingers through soft baby hair…