Woah, That went quick didn’t it?
All the preparation, the build up, the endless Christmassy events, blog posts, adverts, shopping, wrapping…and then…it’s all over. It was, of course, fabulous, magical, overindulgent, hectic. Everything we expected it to be and more. As much as it’s sad, my waistline, as well as my need for a little normality and my house back, is breathing a small sigh of relief.
NYE also came and went with a ‘mumsy’ kind of bang…a Lamb Buhna, a couple of beers, a desperate (successful) attempt to stay up till midnight and be tucked up in bed before the twelth gong. So here we are, in a brand new year, filled with hopes and aspirations and wondering what the hell life will throw at us with this one.
So, this year, my post christmas return to work fear is replaced with the no return to work fear. Or, more specifically, the husband is returning to work after a lovely fortnight off and leaving me flying solo again fear. But, much like the former type, it’s never as bad as we think it’s going to be.
I’m sure loads of people will be busy having a moan about what a load of fuss, New Years Day is just another day, Resolutions never get kept blah blah blah. But, I think there’s something a bit lovely about stopping to take stock of how far you have come in the last year, and of course, think about where you want to head next.
2015 was a pretty nuts year. Life as a Mum of two took an unexpected twist. Who’d have thought the year would have ended not with me returning to work after my maternity leave, but with me being an unemployed, stay at home Mum, blogging my way through the day to day shits and giggles with a bunch of strangers on the internet. I didn’t see that one coming. As shocked as I was initially, losing my job wasn’t the disaster I imagined it would be.
In other news, we watched half our home be demolished then gloriously rebuilt. Learning a few valuable life lessons along the way. How unconciously incompetent I was about all things construction pre-2015.
And, possibly the biggest achievement of all, we survived 12 months without a single whole nights sleep. (In case you’re wondering, we seem to have finally cracked that one *weeps with happiness*).
So bring it on 2016.
My ‘New Years Resolutions’ list goes something like this…
Start Running again – for a healthy heart, not just to be thin. You may recall me promising to do this some 6 months ago? An epic fail to remove my butt from the sofa…until now!
Get photo savvy – sort out a proper baby album for Dangermouse, do a 2015 album, and print monthly from my phone. While I’m at it, dust off my SLR and stop lusting after other peoples photo skills…and try to create my own.
Execute a bit of ‘mindfulness’ – I’m reading THAT book, and so far, I think I could gain a lot from chilling out on how we are getting from A to B, and enjoying the scenery along the way.
Read more. Not just blogs. Broaden my interests, outside of parenting websites.
Ultimately, this year is a year of opportunity. No longer on maternity leave. No longer tied to a job I would probably never leave. The world is, as they say, my Oyster.
And the blog? Well, I did miss you a little over Christmas, but also I loved the break, so expect a few more in 2016. But, ultimately, for now, I’m sticking with it.
Happy New Year #CoolMumClub