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Ah, the end of the year. Time to reminisce about the last twelve months and resolve for the next. Except… I got nothing.
2006? It was fine. It was tiring. There wasn’t enough sleep. You know why? Because we had a baby. They’re a lot of work, those babies.
2007? Um, no plans. This Tuesday will look a lot like last Tuesday, which looked fairly akin to the Tuesday before that.
There will be snacks and learning activities and trips to the park. There will be Quiet Time in the new year. (Dear God, please let there be Quiet Time in the new year. Amen.) There will be visits with friends, visits to Dane’s office, visits with grandparents. There will be reading and writing and listening, oh my. But new, for the new year? No idea. No new ventures to plan, no new philosophies to espouse, no news to announce. Just plain old life, continued. And that’s enough.
I feel ya, same here. Just another day, just another year. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Happy No New Year!
But now is a good time to start planning a way to make it to Blogher this year – like sell your kids or something, I’ll meet you out there!
Um, girl? You just moved in to a new house. Like, last week. That’s sorta new.
I don’t think I’ll be selling the kids, but… you want a pair of used flip flops? Or, uh, Christmas lights? That’s about all I got.
I wish for you an incredibly mundane, low-key, undramatic year, with no falling trees or falling children or falling boobs. None.
2007, for us, is looking like it’ll be insane. The karma has to balance out somewhere, might as well be with you.
Thanks, Kate. I don’t think the boobs can handle any further fallage.
Of course, if nothing interesting happens, what will I write? I guess I’d just have to become a full-time commenter on your blog instead. Which could work.