Resolution Rebellion.

Hello, 2011.
I had to endure 48 hours cooped in a 1,500 square foot house with my two-year-old and my in-laws to get here.  I witnessed my husband’s 86-year-old great-aunt call my brother-in-law an “egotistical sack of SH!T,” learned that my own grandmother is a closet wine drinker (now I see where I got it from), and ate a lot of food — not out of hunger — but simply because I didn’t know what else to do with myself.
We spent hundreds of dollars on Christmas, hours wrapping gifts that were ripped open in seconds, days slaving in front of a stove for reasons I still don’t understand, and finally … we made it. The other side of the holidays. Thank God.
I suppose now it’s time to make a list of resolutions.

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