I read a lot of blogs. I love them. As 2010 became 2011, I read many bloggers' goals, aspirations, and resolutions for the new year. And so I'm going to share mine with you.
What's that you say? It's three weeks into February? Yeah, I know. Hey, everybody's biggest resolution failed on Superbowl Sunday a few weeks ago, so that's all starting over again anyway, right?
Here are the resolutions I made at the end of December:
1. Lay on the couch as much as possible.
2. Let my children feed themselves apples from the fridge and cold dry cereal from the cupboard. All day.
3. Let my husband wash every dirty dish that touches the kitchen sink.
4. Shower . . . sometimes.
5. Don't throw up.
Oh, wait. I forgot one.
6. Grow a baby.
Did I forget to tell you I'm expecting our third? Oh, well, now you know.
Either I've forgotten how hard that first trimester is, or it really is worse this time around. But I gotta tell ya: these last couple of months have been a doozy for me. I've stayed away from blogging because of total lack of energy.
But I've also stayed away because blogging is supposed to be about sharing the very best parts of my life with you. It's about showing you all the great things I do, and how put together I am, and how I always behave completely up to my ideals.
And then I got the 1500-hour stomach bug. And the person I want you to see when you read my blog (that woman who always feeds her family whole foods and keeps her home in perfect working order), well, she's just nowhere to be found, is she?
Now that I'm starting to feel better and get my energy back, I've also had to face the fact that I judge too quickly. Once something first becomes important to me (something stupid like keeping my bathroom clean at all times), I can't understand why another person doesn't follow my new philosophy with the same enthusiasm. But now I know why: SHE DOESN'T FEEL GOOD! I hope that's what people thought about me, my home, and my children for the last two months. "Oh, it looks like she hasn't swept her floor for six weeks, but I'm sure it's because she isn't feeling well."
So, it's out in the open now. I'm having a baby. And I'm not perfect. Come see the 18 boxes of cereal in my kitchen if you don't believe it.
And my real resolution this year? Stop judging. Assume that she's not sleeping well, or her kids aren't sleeping well, or a million different things are going on that prevent her life from being picture-perfect, or blog-perfect, as the new standard seems to be. Smile at her instead. Say hello. Maybe even offer to have her and her kids over for a bowl of Cheerios.