7 Jan 2015
Well, this is going to be a hodgepodge of a post, but I kind of like those! The end of the year is one of my favorite times because I love to look back and look forward (Janus, you are the coolest of the ancient gods). I always plan lots of posts for December/January and love reading everyone else’s. I was particularly excited this year because we had a week between Christmas and New Years when Eric would be home from work. All kinds of reflecting and planning would be done! The budget would be balanced! Work and writing plans would be discussed! I would sit down and get to all the year-end posts I wanted to write! And then…Eric got sick right after Christmas. And then…Micah got sick. And then…I got sick. Ugh! I spent a few days feeling really disappointed that we weren’t going to have the week we had planned, and then…I was too sick to have any emotions other than sad sad sad. I haven’t been sick like that since I was in my first trimester, and boy howdy, was I unhappy to go back there. I really think the worst part of illness is emotional, but feeling terrible and taking care of a sick baby is also…terrible.
Lest this turn into a retrospective sobfest, we are all better! Hallelujah! And I have to share this one sweet moment. On one of my worst days, I was lonely and bored and so I got out of bed to go see the boys (it should go without saying that Eric is a saint and picked up the slack for me when I was at my worst). Eric and I were talking about accepting that we were in survival mode, and I suggested that we sit across the room from each other while he held Micah, and we just drove his wheeled toys back and forth between us. Micah loved it, and we played some silly songs on YouTube, and Eric said we would probably look back fondly on this time, even though we wouldn’t have chosen it. And then I teared up. Because that husband of mine, he is made of gold.
Anyway! The whole reason why we hoped to accomplish so much in that in-between week is because we’re in Seattle for the first week of January. Woohoo! I love to travel, and I love Seattle, so I was happy as a clam to invite myself and Micah on Eric’s work trip. And also nervous. But now we have Micah’s first flight behind us, and it went totally fine. He’s also been a real champ as I’ve tromped all over the city with him. I feel like a boss going up and down all these hills with the stroller, and hopefully all this walking is counteracting the millions of cookies I’ve been eating.
I want to write a lot more about Seattle, and I hope I will, but I think I will head to bed soon and want to get to the last point in the title’s little trinity. I love new beginnings and fresh goals, but sometimes you just have to hit the reset button. January 1 isn’t going to be until sometime next week for me, and that’s okay. Life happens. I got this really cool goal calendar that helps you track your progress in doing one thing every day for a year…and nary a day is checked off yet. But that’s okay. I’ll get there, whether my 2015 starts in January or July. For now I am enjoying the hills and the ocean view and my unofficial cappuccino tour of the city. All those fresh starts will be waiting for me when I get home.