It’s been another whirlwind holiday at Jane’s. Entertaining guests (12 days straight, 2 sets of guests. Hey. It was shorter than previous years so I’m not complainin’. Really.) Baking cupcakes and cookies (At our home, we give Santa a choice.) Wrapping gifts with smiles and grace (Ok. That’s a flat-out lie. Hubby and I had a doozy of a “discussion” on Christmas Eve when we discovered about 10 gifts that I forgot to wrap. And not meaning to rehash but apparently, gift wrapping is solely part of my job description. Grrrrr. )
The late nights. The holiday eating (and cooking.) The celebration and hoopla. I’m looking forward to our usual routine.
But that’s not the only thing I’m tired of.
I’m tired of hearing about the latest celebrity fashion we should all follow. Kim Kardashian’s cornrows? Are you kidding me? Did we not learn from Bo Derek? It did not look good then and it doesn’t look good now. Trust me on this one.
I’m tired of a college football season that lasts well into January.
I’m tired of seeing Oprah Winfrey’s face everywhere. And now her own television network? Her own. As in, OWN – Oprah Winfrey Network. (Does anyone else out there see the name of her network as a tad self-absorbed and self-congratulatory? Or am I just tired of Oprah anything?)
I’m tired of (and I never thought I’d say this) new recipes. Give me comfort food with the ingredients/measures/oven temps all stored in my pretty little head. No more souffles, tarts and sauces. Good ol’ meatloaf, steamed broccoli and carrots and mashed potatoes for this girl.
I’m tired of having to sneak up to the computer because my family doesn’t know I even have a blog, let alone follow all of you.
I’m tired of this dinosaur of a computer and all the waiting I have to do to load a simple blog page. I want a laptop that’s mine and only mine. Is that too much to ask? (Boy. I sound like a spoiled brat, don’t I?)
I’m tired of hearing about Lindsay Lohan and her fresh start from rehab. (Yeah. Right.)
I’m tired of making resolutions and then not even remembering what they were a few weeks into January. Seriously. I do this all the time.
It’s winter. It’s time for a long winter’s nap. Or at least a break from all the pressure out there to be perfect, or to care about celebrities and their fashion statements, personal problems and fragile egos.
So, yes. As reluctant as I am to make yet another resolution that I’m going to break in a few weeks anyway…I’m going to make one.
I resolve not to give a flip!