Wait, what was I talking about? Oh, never mind.
Johanna keeps wondering if 13 is an unlucky number, and I keep telling her no. What is kind of hilarious about that is that for a long, long time, I was terrified of the number 13. Dumb in retrospect, but I was a kid, so, you know, everything I did was dumb. Anyway, then Johanna was born on the 13th, and suddenly it became one of my favorite numbers ever. Thirteen, twenty-seven, thirty. Johanna, Abby, Eric. Numbers are pretty boring, but those I like.
Although I should probably get it out there that the girls have been out of school now for two weeks, and Eric took this week off to paint the living room/kitchen/hallway, and my mental facilities are beginning to sag. And I'm on head meds and everything, so that's really saying something.
In conclusion I'd like to point out that I have no New Year's resolutions to speak of. I've heard about people picking a word to help guide them through the year, a theme, if you will. So I thought maybe "light" or "mercy," you know, like being all loving and forgiving and happy and open. Except then I went to the grocery store yesterday and the lady in front of me was a jerk. I've already failed is what I'm saying. So forget that. P.S. MENTALLY failed, because confrontation is not my strong point. Obviously.