The following was a scene in my kitchen last night:
PrettyPrettyPrincess: Mom, what is a New Year's Resolution?
ME: Something, like a goal, that you resolve to do or live by throughout the coming year.
PrettyPrettyPrincess: How do you make one?
ME: Well, some people just say them, others write them down.
PrettyPrettyPrincess: What do you do with them once you write them down?
BIG-D: Throw them away a week later.
I was supposed to get off of work yesterday at like 2pm. No-Go. Had to wait on a wire from a lender so we could get this deal funded before the LAST day of the month/year. **sigh** I finally got off about 3:45pm . I got home. Kids are no where. Their Dad picked them up for lunch. And I guess lunch turned into them hanging out all afternoon. I was fearful that I'd be alone once again for another holiday. I had an invite down to my sis's area. However, I have a major vehicle issue and only feel semi-safe driving around town. (Good thing my office is 1.9 miles from home.) Anyway... as I have already been in a downer-type mood lately due to a few other events, I began to lose it. Seriously. I started having an anxiety attack.
I talk to Big-D on the phone. He tells me he just got done hunting and he's at the train station at the end of my street. I cry. I tell him about my issues. I cry some more. I tell him he should at least come say hi. He says, too late, he's already home. I (in a pouty voice) tell him it's too bad he doesn't live close by. (He lives like 2.9 miles from me.) He laughs and says he is smelly and dirty from hunting. I say it's too bad he doesn't have a shower **insert more pouting and tears here**. He laughs some more and says that is exactly what he is going to do. Anyway - we hang up - and I begin to have a meltdown, cuz that is what I seem to be doing lately. I feel like a basket case, so I take a Xanax and go lie down on the sofa.
The next thing I know Big-D is here with the bubbly (Martinelli's) and the kidlets are home and I feel like my head weighs 2 tons. I sit up and try to focus. I go change out of work clothes, tell the princess she may invite her friends over and I get the food going. Easy-Peasy Cocktail Meatballs, Shrimp Cocktail, and my "famous" (as my kids call them) quesadillas.
The boys vanished into the basement. The girls giggled in the back bedroom and Big-D and I hung out in the living room making fun of the people from PeopleOfWalmart.com, FailBlog.org, and AwkwardFamilyPhotos.com (all of which are surprisingly, highly entertaining).
So, my night ended up being better than I had initially thought. Nevertheless, I couldn't escape the Xanax for too long, and was ready for beddy-bye shortly after 10pm.
By the way, now that "The Oughts" are over, do we just call the next decade "the 10's"???
FYI... 2000-2009 is called "the oughts" because that is what they called 1900-1909. It was common to hear someone, in ye olde English, say, "Nineteen Ought One" for 1901, "Nineteen Ought Two" for 1902, Et Cetera, Et Cetera. Eventually, the phrase was shortened to simply "That took place in Ought One". Anyway - so for this millenium, we simply copied those who came before us and that is why, my friends, we have called 2000-2009 "the oughts". You're Welcome ;)
Here's to a prosperous 2010!!!