Uggh. Everywhere I go people are talking about their New Year’s resolutions. It was even a homework assignment in my son’s kindergarten class (he’s resolved to do more jumping jacks). People are talking about how they will make more money, start a diet, be a better person. January 1st is full of promises.
But the thought of another thing I “must” do is exhausting. I know I need to lose weight, but if I make a declaration, write a blog post, and tell the world it will result in me diving head first into a box of See’s Candy. I almost started a new exercise plan, but I already run and lift weights as much as my schedule will allow. Any more and it will effect my work and time with my kids.
It would also effect the amount of sleep that I get. Ok. If I have one resolution, one declaration to be made to the world it’s that I will get more sleep. No more falling asleep on the couch with my latop on my lap. No more falling asleep while talking to my husband (sadly, I’ve done this while I’M the one talking). No more bags under my eyes.
This year, while my son is doing jumping jacks, I will be napping. Go 2012.