Tuesday, December 28, 2010

What Happens When I Get A Breather

The big kids have up and flown the coop to No Parents Allowed weekend in Ohio.

We will follow in a couple of days, but until then, it's just me, myself, I, Cute Maintenance Boy and Silo.
Or, as I like to call him, Mr. Lego Hair.

I've gotta say, I never knew the freedom of parenting just one small child.

Well, I guess I technically did know the freedom at one time, but I don't recall it feeling very freedom-esque back then.

Cory's off work all week, to boot.

So, we've been lazing around, eating out, sleeping 'til 8, lazing around....

It's provided me with a unique opportunity to think about the state of my life and the Universe at large. It's the end-of-the-year ponderings, is what it is.

In short order, I've decided to:

- Repaint the living room

- Get rid of all of my excess junk

- Go thrifting for new junk

- Take down all of my Christmas decorations

- Leave my tree up until February

- Cut my hair

- Dye my hair

- Cry because I can no longer put my hair in a ponytail

- Call the whole thing off

- Rue the day I decided not to cut my hair (Wait, that was today...)

- Stop caring so much about clothes

- Buy a whole new wardrobe

- Embrace my wrinkles

- Invest in some Oil of Olay Triple Serum Revitalizing Brightening Miracle Cream

- Reduce my Santitas footprint in 2011

I'm every which way but loose.

I think I've read about this condition. It's called Midwinter Crisis.

True, it's not even January, but I like to get a jump on these kinds of things.