The Clean Calendar

I know I only speak for myself in this family when I say I’m excited to look at a totally clean calendar.

John’s has been full for months, which is a new kind of blessing all in itself, but mine? Wonderfully empty.

Aside from the fact that we’re predicted to have twenty-degree weather tomorrow, there’s still something about the early days of January that always give me a little pep in my step. I think it is the clean calendar.

I slacked off a lot on writing last year. Truth be told, I decided to take the advice of every old person in Target and actually enjoy the baby months of Isaiah’s first year. Granted, the kid sleeps through all but about six hours of every day, and of those six, is probably eating for at least three of them, but this leaves me with three blissful hours a day to enjoy my son.

And enjoy him. I do.

For the first time in a long time I can say that I amĀ blissfully unemployed.

So I haven’t yet filled my calendar with resolutions and goals, which I admit I look forward to. I haven’t printed off my “52 Weeks of Organization” which I also plan to do. I have not selected a “word” for the year, nor chosen a food item to go without (admittedly, that one is not on my to-do list, hah).

But I have a few things that I plan to change.

And the first one is my morning routine.

When Isaiah finally pokes his head up every day around ten and calls for me, I always enter his room with a big smile. The first thing I always say is, “Hi Big Boy, I love you.”

It is pretty easy to be this full of love because I’ve had a cup of coffee and breakfast, and possibly two hours to myself already.

But I cannot remember the last time I woke up the girls with a big “I love you.”

(I cannot remember the last time I was out of bed before either of the girls.)

So this morning, I made a little change.

I don’t know. It seems small. It is silly that it has to be identified as a goal.

But that’s it for this week.

Schlepping my dead self ten-feet to the left at seven a.m., and letting the first thing out of my mouth be an “I love you.”

I’m a little embarrassed to admit how difficult this is going to be. But I’m going to keep it up.

 

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