New Year's Resolution

Halloween is the Pagan new year. We celebrate Halloween. We must therefore be Pagans. So I think I should've had yesterday off work. But that's not what this is all about (well, not entirely). This is about what slackass blogger I've been of late. I'm not going to make up some dumb excuse, I'll tell you the truth. It's been busy at work.

Work's been bleeding into my Me time a lot lately. I missed the annual pumpkin carving party because I was working. Then yesterday I missed getting the kids ready and sending them off with their daddy for trick or treating because I was at work. The kids went as a chicken and a bunny because A. it's freakin' adorable and 2. We had the costumes on hand. I should just copy this entire post over at Worst. Mama. Ever. I've been a terrible mommy. I think the girls are off at college now, actually, I don't know.

Anyway. My good friend Jodi (no link because she doesn't have a blog but sees fit to place demands on those of us who do for her own entertainment purposes. I'm calling you out, sister!) politely avoided mentioning my abysmal blog attendance of late by saying instead "remember last November when you posted to your blog every day? It would be cool if you did that again" or something like that. At first I was like "it would be cool if I could fly, how about that?!?" but then I realized she'd posed a challenge.

What's a girl to do, I wondered as I stood stirring the veggies for the chicken pot pie I was making for dinner and eating Kate's Halloween candy (gotta be sure it doesn't contain razors and my own mother taught me that eating it is the only way to keep one's children safe), but accept? YES. I accept. So, even though work actually shows no signs of slowing down I have decided, possibly in a glucose-induced haze, to post every single day this month.

Here's how I will do it: I will stop working so much. Jeremiah very kindly pointed out to me, on my 2nd or 3rd weekend of hunching over my laptop while the children reached various milestones and I missed them, that the more I work the less I'm actually getting paid. So, I'm giving myself a raise. Less work. More play. Let the run-on sentences begin...er...run-on!