New Year Resolutions: Hot Mama Style

You know when you are kind of stuck in the middle of something and you just can't see beyond your personal bubble? That is where I am right now. I'll glaze over the details for Natalia's sake, since this is her blog of her childhood. 

Ooops, Mom's pregnant; well, maybe; well, yes; well, technically so, but the pregnancy never made it into the oven and there is blood in her belly; you have to go hang with Grandma while Mom has surgery, and Mom can't hug you for a while.

I'm still in the "a while" part of all this, waiting for the "ta-da! It's over!" part. Mentally I'm done with it all, I'm just waiting for my body to catch up.

So this has given me a lot of time on the couch with my laptop, and for the first time, some fierce writers block. I'm not usually the kind of girl who is at a loss for words, so this will be a brief one. I've decided to talk about what I want this year to look like for me as a mom, and since I didn't get the personal assistant I wanted for Christmas, I am doing on my own.

1. I am going to schedule mommy/daughter dates once a month. These are going to be special days where she and I make plans that no sleepover or impromptu comp. time shall render. We shall dress up in fabulosity and talk about superficial dumb stuff. 

2. I am going to meet her for lunch once every three months at school. It is huge for her. I don't know why because she kind of ignores me the whole time to talk to her friends, but according to her it is a big deal.

3. We are going to post a weekly scripture for at least two months and then in all honesty the novelty will probably burn out, I'll get busy and it will fall by the wayside. But hey, two months is a good goal to start with. I even downloaded and app, that is how serious I am. Booo ya.

4. Once a week I am going to get up, damn the makeup and blog at a coffee shop. This one is really hard for me because I am terribly vain and look like I'm about to die when I am sans make up. Some of you are saying "Oh, it's not that big of a deal." Which my reply is either A: You don't live in a town as small as Boise where you ALWAYS run into someone you know or B: You look good without makeup. Whether A or B, you don't count. Sorry, but sit your naturally pretty, incognito butt down and tell me how proud you are of me for going out looking like I may harbor the plague. And if you ask me if I am ill, I will give you a look that will steal 10 years off your soul. Just avoid me, please.

Yep. That's all I have for right now, but it's a start. A fresh start to a new year.