My New Year’s resolution should be to stop eating everything in sight because I gained 5 lbs. over the holidays and look like a busted can of biscuits. That’s what 5 pounds does to a person who is 5’ nothing and gains it all in her belly or as my mom calls it, the midddrifff. But that’s not my resolution. My resolution is to stop bitching about things. Stop crying about things. To start letting go of things that bother me and just move on with better things to worry about.

Yeah that’s not going to happen either.

It’s impossible. I try sometimes but then that little person inside my head is like “F this” and I can’t stop myself. Some people think I’m crazy but that’s ok because I can be. They should know what they’re dealing with. I will never ever ever ever give up on something I feel strongly about. It’s in my DNA and I’m ok with that.

When my family and I went out to lunch the other day, my son asked for soft tacos and got hard tacos instead. He said it was ok and when the server walked away I asked him again, “Are you really ok with that or do you want the soft tacos?” He wanted the soft tacos but he felt bad. He thought the server would get in trouble and didn’t want him to have to make the tacos all over again. Sweet boy. (I also suspect he just didn’t want to wait any longer but let’s just say he’s a sweet boy.)

I took this as a good teaching moment. My boys, seeing the look on my face, knew what was coming next. So they settled in for yet another mom lecture, happy to be fortified with root beer and nachos because it’s usually quite a long time before I’m done. The bottom line was, “Don’t ever settle for anything you don’t want. If you’re not happy with something, say it. And don’t ever let someone tell you that your opinion doesn’t matter.”

This is SO important. I may look crazy to some people but the crazy really starts when I keep things bottled up. Ask PJ. That poor man has heard me rant so many times that he’s perfected the “I’m listening and concerned stare” while really listening to Gary, Keith, and Ron calling the Mets game in the background. But he allows me to do it because he knows if I don’t get it out, things are going to be much, much worse in another way, shape, or form. And no one wants tickets to that shit-show.

So since I’ll never change my bitching ways, I’ll go back to my original New Year’s resolution of losing 5 lbs. so PJ has one less thing to hear me bitching about 🙂