Holidays

2014 Already?

2014
Wait, it’s what date???

Yeah, that kind of sums up 2013 for me. Malcolm Tennant made his fairly dramatic arrival on August 2nd, and once that happened life just became a bit of a whirlwind and I had a hard time catching my breath. He’s an incredibly easy, happy baby, but even having the Happiest Baby Ever has been a big adjustment. I went back to work at the end of October, and after that it was like the holidays just came from out of nowhere, catching me completely off guard. Thank goodness for wine and Amazon Prime is all I can say.

I want to think that life will settle down in 2014, but Paul and I have decided to take the plunge and have one more baby, and as I’m not exactly getting any younger, the plan is to do it soon. Like, as soon as possible soon. Given how difficult the small age gap(17 months) was with my older boys, the irony of again wanting 2 under 2 again is not lost on me. If Paul hadn’t turned out to be such a natural at the daddy thing I’d probably be ready to stop with Malcolm, but he has absolutely amazed me at every step, being as hands-on and willing to be involved as a guy could possibly be. Quite literally the only thing he doesn’t do with him that I do is breastfeed, and that’s only for lack of equipment. (It has been such a refreshing change from the “Well, I can’t feed them so I can’t really help” attitude of my last marriage.)

With that in mind, I am NOT resolving to lose weight in 2014. I met my goal of losing the baby weight in 2013(plus a few which I promptly gained back over the holidays), and I was happy with that. I’d like to work on getting myself healthier for the next pregnancy, but I feel like anything more will probably be setting myself up for failure.

With Malcolm finally getting to the point of not hating the car so much I’d like for us to start getting out more again. Mardi Gras is on the horizon, and I was too tired to do any parades last year, so that’s a big goal for this time. I miss the trips to the mall, and spontaneous jaunts to Pensacola and trips to Birmingham. I also want to see more of our friends this year.

The usual goal of reading more and getting organized still stand, and this year I am adding the desire to spend less time on menial tasks like grocery shopping. Better meal planning means less trips to the store, and I am setting up Amazon subscriptions to have the non-food items we often forget delivered to the house on a monthly basis. I swear at least 50% of our after-work trips to Walmart are for things like cat food and toilet paper! Having them sent to us regularly should mean less trips out and less money spent on impulse items.

There’s probably a few more I could add, but keeping it simple worked for me last year, and hopefully will this year as well. Hope everyone has a healthy, happy New Year!

Happy Mother’s Day to Those Hallmark Has Forgotten

Mother’s Day has always been something of a hard day for me. I am one of those horrible people who chooses not to have a relationship with her own mother, and while I don’t regret it for a second, it makes Mother’s Day somewhat bittersweet. As I log into Facebook tomorrow I will get to see half a million status updates of people thanking their moms for being so wonderful, pictures chiding people that they should always appreciate the woman who brought them into this world, and thank goodness I don’t have cable, because I’m pretty sure the Hallmark and FTD commercials would be enough to put me over the edge.

Not every mother is wonderful, and not every person who gives birth is worth celebrating, and there are many, many people who should be recognized on Mother’s Day but aren’t.

I was in Hallmark today, and I didn’t see any cards recognizing those who should be mothers, but through battles with infertility are not…yet.

There was also a lack of cards for those who have been pregnant but suffered losses, and those who have lost a child.

You won’t generally find cards for women who are non-custodial mothers, those who are estranged from their children for their own health and sanity, or those who have given children up for adoption.

Not every mother or those who wish to be fit into the standard soppy holiday mold, but know that you are thought of, and appreciated, nonetheless. I wish you love and peace on this bittersweet day tomorrow.