- Category: We're All a Little Mad Here
- Published: Sunday, January 08, 2017
- Written by Kristen Schroeder
So, I am off to starting the year off right! I’ve got my super cute planner, complete with a calendar sticker set to go with the cute planner, to make the planner cheerful and cute, and one-hundred-and-forty new gel pens. I have a new computer (finally) and I have everything except for one missing file synced to said new computer. I’ve got the wall calendar up to date, and the phone calendar up to date and synced with my husband’s phone calendar and his Microsoft outlook calendar… So, how could I forget to post on my blog last week?! How could I not write? As soon as I have an answer to this, I’ll let you know; in the meantime, thanks for reading and sharing a recycled post last week.
But, here is the annual start-the-new-year-off-right post. Enjoy reading, and hopefully smiling, and please don't judge me too harshly… It’s a work in progress- I’m a work in progress.
So, the number one goal is always to get Christmas packed up and stored away. Check, and double check… The Christmas decor is all packed up (and the house feels bigger and a bit empty). I even took some extra time to throw away broken ornaments, broken decor, and light strands that weren’t working. I couldn’t throw the lights away at the beginning of the season, because I was short an extension cord, and the light strands worked perfectly for that. The husband notes to me that this is not an approved use for said light strand, and insisted that it go in the trash.
Next, of course, It’s time to get organized (again) and I’m following a “detox” suggested by a very appealing Pinterest article I came across this year. It seems so easy: just do one thing a day for thirty-one days! Everyone can manage one thing a day. I postulated to my husband that in thirty-one days we would have a clutter-free, organized, detoxed house. Day one was papers. I was like, “OK- not so hard.” You know what, though? I have tons of papers! The husband pointed out that it would take thirty one days to complete the first task. I have medical reports, copies of labwork, genetics files, autism files, homeschooling files… So, I decided that those papers didn’t count because they weren’t just loosely floating around my house. This detox just meant loose papers, right? No problem! Day two was clean out my wallet. Done. Day three was clean out my purse. I think it was on day three I decided this detox thing may have been a little too radical for me. I’m going to go ahead and just stack some files up, and maybe wait another month or so to get to my purse. My purse is a Tardis- I’m not sure I can handle re-organizing that, yet. I don’t even think I could throw away a lot of stuff in my purse, because I may need something that is stored in there when we’re out of the house like gum, bandaids, hair-ties, or rain gear. Plus, all those rewards cards are stored in there, somewhere, too. Moving on...
After organization projects were commenced (at least, slowly, but, hey, I did start), I looked at upgrading the ol’ fitness routine… or lack, thereof. I’ve started walking. I’ve inherited a Fitbit. and I just found out that I’m supposed to use the Fitbit to work out within a target heart rate. I’m not sure that exactly applies to me, as I am a health anomaly to everyone who knows me. My resting heart rate is dependent on if I’m standing or sitting, and it’s high. I hit the “standardized” target heart rate in, like, four minutes of being awake. My cardiologist (my very smart, highly reputable cardiologist) was even perplexed by this. He said I’ll probably live to be a hundred years old, and outlive everyone I know. Anyway, fitness is always a new year priority, but not where heart rates are concerned, for me, anyway. I vacuum twice a day and walk up and down the stairs twenty or so times a day, so my fitness is on track, in my opinion. Fitness, check!
Next on my New Year list is (of course) healthier cooking. Easy, peasy, lemon, squeezy. I totally just switched everything to organic and gluten free for the whole family, so we’re on the right track, here. Except for pizza nights- I couldn’t handle the meltdowns from my oldest and my youngest. Yes, I know it is bad parenting to negotiate with terrorists, but you haven’t lived with my terrorists, so no judgments, please. Our meltdowns are epic on a Star Wars scale, and The Imperial March is constantly blaring in the background of my mind. We only have pizza once a week, so I can’t even sweat the details on that. Danielle and I remain gluten free, even on pizza nights. I’d love to add, “and eat more vegetables,” but I won’t lie. Be healthier this year than last year is our mantra, and we’re doing fine.
Finally, as always, I am trying to find new ways to be kind; maybe I'll even start a kindness revolution in my neighborhood. I have lots of great ideas: I'll write a note, bring up someone’s trash can, pick up the paper at the end of the driveway and put it on their (not my) front porch. Also, I won't be too hard on myself and I hope you will join me in this! Mothering and fathering are hard work. The New Year, and the appeal of a new you, new habits, new things can become overwhelming. Let's all accept that while New Year resolutions are nice, they don’t exist to make us feel badly about where we are and who we are.
Keep calm, parent on!