i’m cuddled under a blanket with a box of kleenex. i’m pretending it’s snowing. (it isn’t snowing. the high was 72 degrees today.) this lingering sickness has me all souped up in a fog. the kids are edgy. they don’t feel well. they don’t like it when i don’t feel well. which makes me pause. [...]

the kids are watching she-ra, eating pop tarts for dinner. i’m laying on the couch. i’ve got the flu. fever, aches, sore throat, odd dreams, and assorted wishes for sweet peaceful death, or at least a day off from mothering. (not that anyone got much mothering today, but i felt like i should be mothering. [...]

i just pushed the last of the candy canes off the counter and into the garbage can. i took a deep breath of january.

i used to be so bugged by the idea of new year’s resolutions–the rush to promise to do things, the madness of trying to fix everything at once. i hate doing anything [...]