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I started out the year so good.  I was prepared to chronicle my journeys throughout the year — to health, to wealth (maybe not so much wealth, but certainly to becoming less poor), and to more family experiences and a clean house.  I made my resolutions to post more often, to have one of those cute blogs that I’ve seen other moms put together, with pictures and tips and maybe, just maybe, I would get visitors and (SHOCK!) real comments from other moms — not those spammy comments from users like Rolex Watch or Vitamin Supplements (really, do those people think they’re fooling anybody?).  Sometimes I get enough spam to feed a whole Hawaiian family for a week.  (Not that I’m putting down Hawaii or anyone from there — I love Hawaii, especially the pineapples and beaches — but a pork lover, I am not, except for bacon.)

So what happened?  Life did.  I had planned to put up pictures of our trips to San Diego and Disneyland, but that didn’t happen.  I don’t even know if I’ve posted any pictures at all this year.  I didn’t write about Nick’s birthday or taking him to Disneyland for it.  I didn’t write about Felicity trying out for the Glee Club or the Volleyball Team — or the fact that she made both!   (That’s my girl!!!!).  I haven’t written about the progress we’ve recently seen in Nick (he’s now consistently signing “more” and “yes”).  I haven’t written lately about life at work, joining the gym, my struggles to balance everything, or the great American novel I’m attempting to write — albeit at a snail’s pace.  I actually met a writer the other day who asked me if my goal was to have the book finished in a year.  Huh?  I’m lucky if I have any energy to write at all once the kids are in bed.  I have heard the saying “but in chair, hands on keyboard,” and I really do wish I had that luxury.  But I also want to write something lucid.  That doesn’t mean I’ve stopped thinking about the book, though.  I’ve been working on character development and an outline.  But I feel like I write as fast as Chase when he’s getting ready for school in the morning.  Like when it’s 5 minutes before we need to leave and he’s still in his pj’s.

So now I’m saying it.  Life happened.  It took my plans and chucked them to the wayside.  Plans?  What plans?  You’ll have plans when I say you’ll have plans! It’s all about letting go of control and rolling with the punches.  If I had a nickel for every plan of mine that hadn’t come to fruition, well, you know the saying.  Let’s just say I’d have a lot of nickels.  And then maybe we wouldn’t be so poor.  Okay, does anyone know where I can get in line to start getting paid when things don’t go my way?