I don't do resolutions

Wow. The past few days have been, well, hell. The flu hit us HARD. Only one of us was spared and damn did he steer clear of the rest of the family...I'm surprised Josh wasn't in a hazmat suit when he did have to come upstairs. It hasn't been the best start to a new year, that's for sure. We were all passed out into a flu-coma at like 7pm on New Years Eve...We were supposed to be at Me-mom and Be-pops, playing cards, enjoying family. I had planned on letting Madeline bang pans and all that fun stuff. Anthony planned on having a campout. Nope. There were fireworks right out front of our house that didn't even make the kids stir...I only noticed because we are still sans curtains in most of the house, including our bedroom.haha. I guess there's always next year!...for celebrating, not curtains.

I don't do resolutions...it's such a cliché and people never keep them. I've had some Tamiflu induced thoughts and dreams as to what this new year will mean for myself and family.

2015 is going to bring many wonderful events, a new baby into this loving family of ours, a new home that we will be filling with memories, a new outlook on our lives with all of the changes we have not even had a chance to reflect on yet, and a deeper appreciation for the strong team that is considered marriage, as we welcome the change. Things have become quite overwhelming at times and I can imagine come the first few days in March it will only be more overwhelming. I will seek out the helping hands we deserve and accept them..and that is okay. This year will bring so many wonderful, life altering changes that we will look back on next year and wonder how we never would have imagined life could be this grand.
It will not, however, include dysfunctional, negative situations in which affect our family, and wasted time worrying about things that cannot be changed. I worry too much...about every thing, and "making waves", and constant questioning others actions or lack thereof, just overthinking every.little.thing, wondering why, how....when in reality, who effing cares? Only me. And my husband because he has to be my sounding board...of the things that hurt and anger me. I'll be letting all of that go. People are going to be who they are going to be, that can't be changed. The only thing that can be changed is what you expose yourselves to.

So, there you have it. Not a "resolution", more of a revelation. And all I needed was to be on my death bed to come to it. HAHA.

It got pretty pitiful up in this joint.......