Once upon a time, New Year’s Eve was the beginning of the New Year…the turning point…that line in the sand with bad habits clearly in the past and only good habits ahead.
These days, New Year’s Eve is pretty quiet and we just stay home and watch the fireworks on the TV. That is life after kids. I’ve never even tried to get a sitter. After all the pre-Christmas running about followed by actual Christmas, by New Year’s Eve we’re too dead to even think about goals. We just want to see the New Year in.
I also have to confess that I’ve lost the faith or perhaps it’s the naivety to believe that your whole life is going to change just because a new year has begun. Seriously, how much can one life really change overnight???
These days, I also can’t presume that the New Year is going to be any better than the old year. We don’t know what lies ahead and these days I’m feeling a bit more cautious about crossing that line. No one has a crystal ball.
These days I know it easily could get worse…not that I’m a pessimist or anything.
I know I should have faith but God doesn’t promise us a bed of roses either. Just ask Job!
Tomorrow is the beginning of a whole new year for us…a new school year. For me, these days it’s the school year that’s important, not the real year. Our lives are now carved up into term time and holidays.
Tomorrow, a whole new school year begins. Mister will be going into Year 4 and Miss goes into Year 2.
Today, I was trying really hard to make the most of the kids’ last day of school holidays but couldn’t really get it together. It’s rained solid for the last few days and while it’s not flooding here, we haven’t been able to go outside. After a day in the car returning from Byron Bay and then two days indoors with the rain, the kids were ratty. They have been playing Minecraft on their ipods and they play games online together so it’s a social thing but being trapped inside wasn’t doing them any good. While they were playing games, I somehow became sidetracked and worked on my blog. There was talk about making a cake, going to the park and before we knew it, we were off to music lessons. We squeezed the park and the cake making in around dinner but we did it.
The kids were in bed late.
The dishwasher has broken down.
I can’t find Jonathon’s school hat but both kids have shoes.
My daughter’s school uniforms have been sitting on the couch for a couple of days. I was going to buy a new one but hate sewing up hems and was delighted to find a stitched hem when a let her uniform down. I hate sewing hems up on principle…what do these people think mothers are for? I have tried that hemming tape but it fell down last term and I had to resort to my personal school hemming solution…the stapler.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
I don’t know whether 2013 is going to be a good year or a bad year at this point. We all hope for good teachers and I have been more than satisfied with the teachers we’ve had so far. We hope our kids keep and make good friends and are happy. Above all else, we hope we are all well and here to enjoy another year next year and that is a lot more tenuous than we would like to believe.
My ambitions for 2013 are quite simple really. I just want to get the kids to school on time with both shoes on their feet, their bags on their backs and hats on heads. If the nits can stay away, I’ll be a happy woman and if I can enjoy a coffee with a friend, I’ll be ecstatic!
I know that doesn’t explain my ongoing battles with my violin and getting the kids to practice their instruments and go to their activities week after week. It doesn’t organise our house, clean their rooms and improve their manners.
Yes, I do demand a lot out of life. I do squeeze it tight and try to get the most out of each and every day and yet somehow I need to allow just enough space for me to stretch out, relax and unwind. I can’t keep going and going and going without breaking down.
I have to admit that I am feeling quite ambivalent about school going back tomorrow. On one hand, I’ll get my days back and I can actually get something done. I will be able to walk out the door and just go anywhere I please without going bananas. But we’ve all had fun in the holidays and while part of me is keen to send them back, I’ll also miss them. I’ll miss all our little adventures and activities and their interesting slant on things. It will just be me and the dog and James, our automatic vacuum cleaner and after school it will be back to the mad rush of after school activities.
I know all this is sounding like some chronic whingefest but tomorrow is all feeling rather daunting. The clock has just hit midnight and I think I’m ready. I feel psyched up to face the morning but there is still this overwhelming sense of pending doom. I’ve forgotten something. Something is going to go wrong, majorly wrong but I just can’t quite work out what.
Hmm. Sleep deprivation has never solved anything so on that note, I’m off to sleep on it.
How do you feel about the start of a new school year?