Outnumbered Two to One

Seems a little odd to ring in the new year the second of January, but we at the Bear house scoff at tradition, especially considering the difficulty we had putting 2008 out on its crummy keister. That ill-tempered house guest simply would not vacate the premises, luckily we had inevitability on our side, phooey on you old man last year, and 09 was at last granted access.

Currently I’m only an hour out of my pajamas. I’ve spent the day cleaning and folding laundry and feeling at odds with the calendar and the clock. It’s one of the unwanted side-effects of winter breaks, or any recess from school for that matter. Routine goes out the window, along with the better part of my sanity because without our rigorous schedule it seems the days simply lose their identity. Saturday, Monday, Friday, they all meld in to a single indecipherable string of day and night and accidental meals. With no where to go, no timetable to adhere to, we’re all pretty much doomed to loaf and constantly inquire of each other what day it is or what hour has passed.

Technically I know it’s 2009. On paper we’ve just gotten a year closer to ending the decade, scary in and of itself. Yet, here in the house, while the holiday break finally draws to a close, it’s not a new year until Monday January fifth, when the kids (barring any re-infections) at last go back to school. And while the mornings will pose their own set of difficulties it will be nice to have 75% of my children out of the house…and me out of my pajamas before dinner time.

So as far as resolutions go, they’ve got zero chance of accomplishment before Monday. I’ve never gone so far as to commit these ambitions to writing, seems too much like setting myself up for ridicule, particularly if the goals are overly specific - meaning deadlines, diagrams, pie charts - but then again I’ve never had a blog to broadcast them on.

Suffice to say, I want some things to be different, I want others to stay the same, I want less of some things and more of others. I want to change the things I can control, I want to accept the screwed up things beyond my power, and of course I want to keep my sense of humor at all times. Because laughing is therapy and it keeps the sanity in tight reign.

Because 09 will be the year I giggle and grin and guffaw and hopefully find the inspiration to write that breakout novel that will fund an addition for our tiny house brimming with children.

I can dream, can’t I?

Wishing you all lots of laughs in 2009. Happy New Year, in case I forgot to mention it…

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