
I have been thinking about my New Year's resolution, and not really coming up with anything. I mean there are the usual things: get rid of the fatness, clutter, and foul f-ing language. However, a friend of mine recently shared a tragedy with me that brought everything back into focus. I want to squeeze as much life out of my day as humanly possible. I want to enjoy all the things that encompass having kids: the smiles, the high blood pressure, the laughter, the noise, the locking myself in the bathroom, and yes even the bickering. I can enjoy all that while being chubby and messy. I mean I can always loose weight and clean; however, the kids will not always be here under my roof, wanting to hang out with me. So that is it. I am going to revel in the craziness that is my life.