Let's face it. 2015 was a craptastic year. Just craptastic.
And it went out with a bang.
We all got the lovely puking virus that was going around in early December. It ran right through the family. The Greatest and I consoled ourselves with the fact that we got it early and would be healthy for Christmas. Only we didn't get better. Or that is to say I didn't get better. I stopped puking. But the fatigue, the nausea, the cold symptoms, the fever. None of that went away. It hung around for weeks. My friends have diagnosed me with the flu. I diagnosed my lingering constant cough as bronchitis. But I haven't bothered an actual medical professional, mostly because I feel too crappy to drag myself an hour away to a doctor who will say "yup, its bronchitis. But since you're barely wheezing there's nothing we can really do at this time. Come back if it gets worse, but in the mean time be sure to pay the receptionist $45 on the way out."
So good-bye and good riddance to 2015.
To be honest the prospects for 2016 aren't looking much brighter. The Queen Bean's open heart surgery looms large on the horizon. It fills me with fear. Her tonsillectomy was not an easy recovery and I mentally multiply how hard it was by a billion in anticipation of what the recovery from heart surgery will be like. It will be hard, but we can do hard things. I'm just tempted to dig in my heels and tell them "No. I don't want to do this to my beautiful healthy baby." I have a hard time reconciling the fact that my rambunctious, naughty, joyous, thriving toddler has a life threatening heart defect.
All of the challenges from 2015 are still in play for 2016. But we're making a concerted effort to try a different approach this year.
The Greatest and I have decided our new motto is "Fuck it all."
I will do the very best I can, and I can't worry about the things that are out of my control. I don't have that kind of time or energy on my hands. When I try I end up so rundown that a 24 hour bug knocks me out for three weeks. (In the plus column I am finally wearing all my prepregnancy jeans. So there is that.)
I've got to do better.
I've heard that you should begin the new year as you mean to live the new year.
So I began my new year with cheesecake for breakfast. (Evidently I don't intend to stay in my prepregnancy jeans for long)
And I fit in some knitting time.
While I watched our team DOMINATE!
GO BLUE! Sidenote: I love when my nail polish matches my yarn.
Bird made me her specialty
Cotton Candy Balls. (Food really seems to be a theme for the new year)
And The Greatest and I snuck out for Date Night.
Notice how he's watching the football game in the corner. Next date night will feature a restaurant that doesn't have a tv. Also note the change in nail polish. I love that sparkly red!
To recap: New Year's Day featured all my favorites: Knitting, Food, My Man, and nailpolish. (I know the kids aren't featured, but trust me, they were in the mix). If this is how the year goes, it's going to be a great year!