Ouch ouch ouch... oh God what is that.... what is that burning in my eyeball? What is it? Is my head exploding? Why do I feel like the room is spinning? Did something just erupt?
No. No. It was just my babysitter telling me she's moving to another city at the end of the month.
My response: "Oh great, good for you. We'll be sorry to lose you!" All cheery and accepting.
I could lie on the floor and wail like a baby, or I could treat this as an opportunity to find a great, new babysitter.
So I wailed.
But then I picked myself up because obviously I am a grown woman who deals with problems responsibly and maturely. Obviously.
I like January. It's a cliché but it is a time for fresh starts! It is it is! Over-zealous promises and crazy ideas that might never come into fruition but look good on paper. I have a dozen brewing quietly in my head: I want to finally write down and publish (if only for my kids) a story my father told me for years as a child; I want to run some super duper exciting giveaways on this blog; I want to finally assemble that wedding album that's been waiting for seven years; I want to go away for the weekend with J - just the two of us - for the first time since we became parents.
January can be overwhelming, especially with the addition of unexpected obstacles like finding new childcare. Add onto that, the cold, and the distance to the next foreseeable vacation, and suddenly it seems a far nicer idea to slip under a duvet with a box of chocolates and hide there for a few days.
I suppose that's why making plans and inventing projects is such a therapeutic way to start the year. It's a spring cleaning of sorts, thankfully not the dusting and vacuuming kind.
What kinds of spring cleaning do you have planned for the next few months?