My New Year's resolution was to "Be Better" That was a great idea. I didn't have to name specifics like: losing ten pounds, eating more broccoli, reading the whole Old Testament while crocheting a blanket and teaching the kids French.
For the last few weeks I have contemplated writing a post about how that resolution has worked out. I was going to tell you how I had:
Caught up on grading.
Made curtains for my bedroom.
Stopped telling my students I was going to stab my own eyeball out with a freshly sharpened pencil to avoid spending time with them.
Created a surplus of exciting and brilliant blog posts.
Started running 8 minute miles
Grown long and luxurious silky naturally blond hair.
I kept putting that post off though. Everyday I kept thinking that if I waited a bit longer I would have improved at SOMETHING and then I would not have to admit the truth.
I don't know the difference between the Knights of Labor and the Rockettes.
I have been drinking a lot of wine.
Insomnia patients have been using my blog as a miracle cure.
The best parent/teacher communication I have with my own kids' teachers is that one of them reads my blog.
I got a 47 on Tanner's inhabitable planet project.
More minutes have been frittered away at this house playing Bejeweled than I feel comfortable admitting.
It's not my fault.
All my life I have hated February. It's cold. It is 19. In Houston. I cannot remember it being this cold her my entire life. My brain is frozen.
I have bad luck in February.
And then there is Valentine's Day.
I have no problem with the day now. My husband is a great Valentine every day of the year. (Cheese alert.)
I used to regularly get dumped around V-Day though.
And I had such a supportive family they all used to help out, by laughing at me, ridiculing me and telling me there was always next year - with love of course.
So, in conclusion., I will admit - I suck.
But it is temporary. I will be back to my usual gregarious, dogmatic, hippy chick self..............