Time for a New Year's Resolution. I've made one, but I'm not going to tell you what it is. You see, I wouldn't want you to be embarrassed that your New Year's Resolution is some tiny little thing like discover a new planet or eradicate malaria. Because, wouldn't you feel ridiculous if all you did was win the Nobel Prize and I was like, "I mopped my kitchen floor ONCE A MONTH for an entire year!" Yeah, that would be pretty humiliating for you.
I will say that, for the first time in my entire life, I actually made and kept a New Year's resolution! Minus a couple of days when I was in the hospital strung up to an IV pole or barfing my guts out (and who is going to make me count those?), I actually took a shower and got ready every single day this year. Just like I said I would!
Yes, that is the earth trembling under your feet.
How did I do it, you ask? At first I would put the babies in their pack 'n play to protect them from the deviousness of their older brother. Then one day I heard (extra) screaming while I was in the shower and found this:
So, I've had to reconfigure a few times. I've listened to a lot of crying. And I've gone racing down the hall a hundred times, dripping wet, to drag my little mischief-maker to time out so I could have a chance to wash the shampoo out of my hair.
Last week it dawned on me: If I could actually make and meet a goal to shower every day, what else am I capable of doing?
Whoa. Maybe I actually can mop the floor once a month!
Hey, anything is possible.