I’m not bored, but I’m extremely pissed off that I forgot cornbread mix at the grocery store so instead of writing about that, I’ll do this.
A year ago I had a 12-year-old and a 1-and-a-half year old. I had just returned from BlogHer where my post-miscarriage period had turned me into a troll. Of course, it wasn’t all about being a troll. It was also about being shat upon. LITERALLY. I also observed a 3am Thanksgiving Meal that my crazy friends thought was a good idea. And of course – the most important thing I did in July of 2007 was read some book.
Today I have a kid that’s about to be in the EIGHT FREAKIN’ GRADE. What the hell? How did I get so old? I also have a 2 1/2 year old who is almost potty-trained and almost insane. She likes to use words like “Probably” and “Ridiculous” but says them incorrectly making the entire world melt around her. I have an infant who is still make me crazy with a perfect mix of exhaustion and cuteness.
A year from now I hope to be rested. I’ll probably still be struggling with diet and exercise, but hopefully closer to where I want to be. I’ll be on the verge of sending my old son off to high school and therefore I’ll be crying a lot. I’ll have a toddler again so will undoubtedly be writing a lot of entries about bruises and scrapes. (From him, not me.) We won’t be pregnant (hopefully) since we’re putting attempting that again off for a few years. We should have (finally) redone our closet after the original systems collapsed on our heads. Our bedroom will be painted and I may have finally found a place for all the crap we’ve stored in our bedroom for the last three years since we bought the house.
So – where were you July 2007? Where do you hope to be in July 2009? Can I store the crap in my bedroom at your house? Thanks.