So...I didn't finish my month of thanks posts. I missed the last one and now I feel like it's too late to write it. Let's just say I am very thankful for every single thing in my life I could possibly be thankful for.
The last month and a half has been a blur and this morning Bobby finally left for his turnaround at work. I say finally not because I've been ready and waiting for it, but because the date was pushed back a couple of months and we've both been counting the days with dread ever since. The good news is now that it's here, we can get through it and move on.
I'm feeling pretty upset, much more upset about it than I have ever been in the past when we've had to do this. The combination of this being much longer than he's ever had to be gone, and me being over an hour away from anybody else, with two much more active children is a little overwhelming, to say the least. At any rate, now my only option is to put on my big girl panties and deal with it (which, by the way, I really don't want to do). What helps this is that there is some upside, no matter how small it is in comparison to having to sleep in that big bed by myself.
The first perk to Bobby being gone is that I will probably be posting much more often on here than I have recently. Typically, evenings and nights are our only time to spend together so now I will have more free time to write or whatever else I don't get much extra time for like reading. Something else I have to confess I always look forward to is not having the pressure to cook anything for dinner other than what I feel like eating or the pressure to cook anything at all if I don't want to. Bobby is really good about letting me off the hook if I don't feel like cooking but our taste in food can be pretty different so now I plan on going through all of those Pinterest recipes of things that sound awesome to me, but I wouldn't be very sure he would like.
Those two things are basically it for the good things that happen while Bobby is gone. Although I do look forward to having friends come and stay too. So three things then.
Bottom line, the man is gone, and neither of us are very happy about it.
In other news, the rest of the Gregorian Calendar-following world is moving right along into the new year, complete with resolutions that are sure to be dropped by about February first. I was thinking to myself the other day that I was glad I had started going to the gym back in November and not as a resolution, because with the expectation that resolutions usually fail being nearly a rule of human nature, I might not be sticking with it as well. And now I've been told that the first couple months of the year are the worst because the people who made health resolutions decide to jump on the gym bandwagon, taking all the space and machines and whatnot.
In school they always made us write an essay about resolutions and I always hated that. I mean, what kind of things do 12 year-olds resolve to do better in the upcoming year? I was pretty convinced, and still am, that it was just busy work to ease the students, or more likely, the teacher, back into the school routine. Today I am feeling the need to slowly fade back into our normal routine as well, so no judgment here.
So as I lounge here on the couch at 10:30 a.m., already thinking about a nap, I will consider the things I would like to work on throughout the coming year, without calling them "resolutions", because as I've already established, resolutions don't work.
What about all of you? Resolutions or no resolutions?
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