A Housewife's New Year

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Whew! Thank God they're gone and that nonsense is over with!

I apologize for being possibly the only blogger left worldwide to not have contributed her New Year's resolutions to the greater blogsophere. In fact, Blogger just made me sign on, password and everything, like I was some kind of weirdo stranger or something. I didn't actually even remember my password....

I do take some comfort from the fact that even Oprah is five days late starting her Best Life. I mean, if Oprah can't get there on time, who am I to argue with her calendar?

Anyway, I know y'all think I'm a slacker, but it's different when you're a mom and there are people around. It's kinda like Bring Your Kids and husband To Work Day and all anyone wants is multiple trips to the snack machine. And oh, by the way, did you get a present for my teacher? And bake cookies for the party that will take place during the one hour I am actually at school before you need to pick me up and drive me three towns over to a party celebrating the end of school? And do I have an outfit for Christmas yet? And by the way, these shoes? No way do they fit. Am I old enough for heels? Has anyone done any laundry?

For 14 days in a row.

Maybe it was 15. Or 200. I don't remember any more.

So I do apologize, but it is really hard to have deep thoughts about the clean slate of a New Year when you have all that, plus have to step over ice hockey equipment and ski clothes and suitcases and gift return piles of things that didn't fit were really too stupid to even discuss, but I'm sorry, NO, a game of Pente is NOT on any woman's wish list. Really. I'm not kidding. And running clothes? Seriously. C'mon. Wasn't there a yarn store anywhere?!

I need a clean (empty!) house before I can have deep thoughts about whether THIS will be the year I finally send out that resume What resume, you big liar?! or don't let myself get overwhelmed and discouraged by the fact that $25 for a piece it took hours to write is really too stupid to even bother with sending in in the first place. Or whether THIS will be the year I decide what it is I want to do with my life, and stop messing around on Blogger reading about the lives of people who have one already and on Ravelry finding new things to knit.

It it time to get on with my life.

So today, now that they are all gone, I will think some deep, deep thoughts. And then I will get right back to you about my plans for the coming year.

First, though, there is a little of this to vacuum:

and a little of that to put away:





Some ski clothes to wash, fold and put back in these bins so I can get them out of the hallway and back in the attic where they belong:



Some other stuff to wash and fold:



Some wine to drink:



But right after all that. Yep. I'll sit right down and cry figure out my life.

Shouldn't take long at all.

Nope.

In the meantime:



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The folks over at humor-blogs probably have their resolutions already taken care of.