No, I didn't die... I've just been incredibly busy being super mom, a student and was, like many of you, consumed by Christmas and the new year. Nolan absolutely stole Christmas, my 1175 square foot apartment is now known as "Nolan's fun house" seeing as it is littered with trucks, tractors, balls, tools, and the occasional stray Cheerio from breakfast that has somehow magically fused in with the carpet.
Goodbye security deposit!
Anyway, 2013 is thankfully behind me. I can say with the up most confidence that 2013 was the most stressful year of my life. There were so many sudden and abrupt changes, big life changes. I found it hard to keep up, was tired most of the time and had no idea where my life was headed. Thanks to the person who pushed me over the edge and almost to the brink of utter insanity, (( no Nolan, it wasn't you )) I was FORCED to re-evaluate myself, enroll back in school and create a new family for Nolan and myself. I am happy to report that things couldn't be better.
Lesson I learned in 2013 -- The dumbest people in your life will always try to be the loudest.
And to those who tried to make my life miserable (I say those but really there was just one person), thank you for all of your hateful words and spiteful actions. I'm such a better person today. I hope you read this post and every one after, if not to digest my words, thoughts and tribulations but to see your child's face, since you haven't in six months. Oh and don't worry, he's doing fine (not that you've asked).
I digress.....
Back to the Christmas presents
Are we cute or what?
My very lovely sister and brother-in-law purchased a basketball hoop for Nolan, which makes me happy since I wish to breed him into a super human who is divinely handsome, immensely considerate and can dunk on fools all day long.
SIDE NOTE: I'd be totally cool if he was a dancer, dreamer, artist, teacher, comedian, astronaut, architect....
But mostly I want to be an incredibly annoying soccer mom. You know, the one who
has to sit in her car because she's yelling at the ref and stuff. Orange slices anyone?
So as I was assembling I noticed the x21 next to the image of the screw drivers. "Great", I thought to myself, "now I have to get all handy and shit." I pulled out the screw driver and started following instructions (( yes you read that correctly)). I had to start over a few times, unscrew, re screw, re read, drink wine, and disassemble. As all of this was going on the most amazing thing happened... Nolan came up to me with his own tools and wanted to help and it made me think long and hard about my role in his life, mom and dad. How cool is it that he gets to see his mom make him dinner then assemble a basketball hoop?
Pretty fucking cool is the answer.
I never thought of myself as a handy-woman but more often than not I am finding that I am surprising myself. So I say to all of you folks out there, boy or girl, embrace your lives, enrich them with things that might be out of your stereotypical gender role and ROCK OUT. I look at the basketball hoop and think about how awesome it is that I helped put that together, as easy as it might have been for someone accustomed to doing it themselves.
Anyway, I wanted to toot my own horn, wish you all a Merry belated Christmas and a happy new year. Clearly my new years resolution isn't to stop cussing, it is to start running.
Oops, haven't done that either!!!!!
Have an amazing day
