January 2nd Is The New January 1st

I have never liked New Year’s Day. January 1st makes me grumpy. Making a fresh start and developing a better personality while nursing a hangover seems like a recipe for failure. It’s too much pressure. I make the same resolutions every year.  Eat better, freak out less, get more exercise, stop obsessing on Web MD, spend less time on Facebook, keep the car clean, start a new blog.  

By 7:30 last night, I had pretty much broken every resolution I had even thought about making.

I should have just made easier resolutions…a modified “To Do” list.  I would have felt much more successful had I made the following New Year’s resolutions.

-Finally remember to move the load of laundry to the dryer after rewashing it twice.

-Spend too much money on a drip coffee.

-Argue with my 6 year old about why she shouldn’t keep her sunglasses under her foot for safe keeping.

-Make it downtown to ride the holiday carousel one last time.

-Bitch about how everyone moves at a snails pace downtown and then decides that the perfect place to congregate with their family is right at the bottom of the escalator.

-Obsess on Web MD

-Update my Facebook Status

-Make my husband look forward to going back to work, so he doesn’t have to listen to me complain anymore.

I could have kept all of those resolutions. I DID all of those.  I am a rockstar!

Today, I resolve to be less of a bitch and to start a blog.

I have started a blog.