new year's realizations

Some people make New Year's Resolutions. I have Realizations. They're similar in that they may also point out potentially problematic issues, but they offer no plans for change... similar, yet much less effective.

* I realize that I am in way too deep of an illicit love affair... with chocolate. The phrase "bowl full of jelly" doesn't only resonate in a quaint children's story around here.

* I realize that I have a serious deficiency of patience. I wish this was included in my multivitamin.

* I realize I would make a fantastic candidate for one of those "How Can You Leave the House Dressed Like THAT?!" shows. My wardrobe consists of long-sleeved t-shirts, sweatpants, and turtlenecks. For my stay-at-home-mom employment status, this is the standard uniform. (It doubles as the average gear for a 7-week postpartum mom, right?)

* I realize that most people don't wait a full 12 months between haircuts. This is just one way I am unique. (ha!)

* I realize that I am officially old. As we watched the various New Year's Eve shows last night, I was more often annoyed by the musical acts than entertained by them. I clearly remember watching those shows with my parents and being painfully aware of their displeasure with the music and thinking they were just so old for not getting it.

* I realize that I am overweight. I also realize that I like to eat fattening foods. I also realize this is not a behavior I really want to change. Hence, I realize this realization is not likely to go away.

* I realize that my children are active, crazy, wild, adorable, funny, crazy, cute-as-buttons, usually loud, and crazy. I also realize that I really only want to befriend other parents of like-minded children. Parents of consistently well-behaved, polite, and quiet children live in a different world than I do.

* I realize that I will never again be 21- in mind, body or spirit. I also realize that there are many, many upsides to that statement.

* I realize that there are simply not enough hours in a day to do everything on my to do list. I realize that I live by my to do list for structure and to achieve a sense of accomplishment. I realize that I am the only one in my household that this realization applies to.

* I realize that I am incredibly fortunate to know my husband and to be loved by this marvelous man. I realize that I wouldn't trade my three whack-job kids for any other people on the planet. I realize that my life is quite blessed, craziness and all.