2017: Expectations, Hopes and Goals

Happy New Year!

While I certainly wasn’t up at midnight my time, I did manage to make it to midnight Eastern Time while I was finishing a riveting episode of Dateline. I can’t tell you the last time I actually rang in the new year, or even a new day for that matter, at midnight. I am quite often awake at 1:30, 3:30, 4:30 and 5:30, as those seem to be Cub’s preferred times to start screaming and send me from dead sleep to complete and udder panic.

I normally write a pre-new year’s eve post where I outline my challenges for the coming year. I decided not to do that this year. I always have high hopes starting a new year, as I do this year, but I undoubtedly disappoint myself by not being able to keep up with my aggressive challenges.

So this year, I have decided to do something a little different. I have one resolution/goal, items that I would like to accomplish but am not going to kills myself over, then I hope to have a number of smaller goals for a month at a time.

For my Resolution/Goal: To be a better mom. I am an ok mom, but there are so many times of my day where I put Cub on the back burner so I can just do one more work thing, or start dinner, or get that load of laundry in. Honestly, it can all wait, because he deserves every bit of my attention, and in 2017, I am going to do my best to give it to him.

For my smaller items I would like to accomplish: I have wanted to get this plank wall done in my living room since we moved it. I also would love to organize my storage room, write more, and organize my pantry. All in good time…

My January Goal: I want to walk Lucy more. She has so much energy, and deserves a good walk every day, and some days, I just send her in the back yard with Milton to play for a while. She’s getting a walk today, and hopefully many more days this month.

I wish you all good and happy things in 2017. The Thompson’s have big plans on the horizon, and I am excited to reveal those to you in the days to come.

TGIF: Thank God it’s February

IMG_1229January was brutal. While I had very rewarding moments, it was also one of the worst months in my 30 years of existence. Getting to spend the holidays with Chas and the animals was wonderful. It confirmed to me that I am ready to co-habitate and be a wife, which is the plan for later this year obviously. Then I flew to Florida to take on the biggest challenge of my life: 48.6 miles over the course of 4 days. I completed the challenge with flying colors and got to spend time with friends while doing it. I came back to California, and quickly found myself in a bout of depression, not particularly loving my job at the moment, lonely, and with not much to look forward to until the wedding… 6 months away.

Friday, the last day of January, was one of the worst days of my life. As you may know, I have two cats and two dogs. Lucy and Milton, our English bulldogs, are such good dogs. I just love them to death. Rock and Roll, the cats, have been with me since I was in college. I literally don’t know my adult life without them. Friday Roll died. My heart is just broken. Rock and I have never been without him in the 9 1/2 year they have been alive.

He was the best cat, loved kitty treats, snuggling with his mommy, and playing bubbles. The minute I sat down, he was on my lap, most likely with a paw on my laptop track pad. Roll never met anyone that he didn’t like, and everyone loved him too. He always met me at the door, looking for a way to get outside, and when unsuccessful would follow me around until I sat down, just to cuddle with him of course.

There are moments when I don’t know what I am going to do without him. There are moments that is seems like Rock feels the same way. I am beside myself. My life will certainly never be the same.

Rest in peace Rolly. I love you to the moon and back sweet boy. Here’s hoping that February brings better things and a new mood.

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