How in the world is it 2015?
While my brain is oddly satisfied with the actual number, there is just something calming about a year that ends in a five, and it was definitely a lot of fun to type just now, but honestly, how in the world is it 2015?
Last year was a big year for me. In March we bought a new house and began the painstaking task of relocating a family of six. I never, ever want to do that again.
The way it felt, you would think we moved to another continent. Or a new state. Or at the very least a new town.
But no. Just a different house. And it was grueling.
Then the school year ended and I became solely responsible for pulling off another magical summer and creating amazing childhood memories for four little people. They only have so long to be young and carefree, you know.
I don’t know how magical it was, but they are all four still alive. So in other words, the summer was a success.
Then the new school year rolled around and for the first time, I had all four kids in school, five days a week. The baby started kindergarten. So my days were then “free.”
But every ounce of “free time” that I had during the day (which was usually spent grocery shopping or doing laundry), was more than made up for at night, between the hours of 5 and 8 when dinner, homework and baths took place.
Were you aware that even kindergarteners have homework now? I know. Crazy.
Seriously I don’t smoke, but if I did, it would be at 8 o’clock every weeknight. And I would smoke a lot. And I would puff HARD.
Next I blinked my eyes and it was the holidays, And I had agreed to host two dinner parties in our new house.
And if you know me, then you know why that was side-splittingly hilarious. They don’t make fun of my domestication skills, or lack thereof, for nothing.
If I am anything though, I am prepared. So I Pinterested every waking moment, gathering recipes and ideas. Then I made lists and checked them twice.
And somehow managed to pull off two of the most epic ham dinners that you have ever seen. I even had a little fun in the process.
See, even my sister-in-law looks stunned:
Did you see that ham? I know! Wild.
So I survived 2014. And it was actually a pretty good year. Except now it is 2015. Time for a restart.
What did I want for this year? Now that we were settled into the house and our school routine, I actually had time to think.
Then I realized that I missed this. My little blog. I hadn’t made time for it in many months. It had once been my therapy.
It doesn’t matter if one person or 15,000 people read my posts, because this blog is all mine.
And to clarify, yes, I wrote one post that 15,000 people read and it still puzzles me how I’m not rich because of that fact.
This a place where I get to say whatever I want. I can express myself. Get things off my chest.
I can have grammatical errors, all in the name of writing style of course, and you will forgive me. Especially my many English teachers. They will hopefully still love me.
You will possibly even start to incorporate some of the words that I create (such as “Pinterested”) into your everyday conversations. And you will make them your own.
I can look silly, pathetic and super narcissistic and there nothing you can do to stop me.
And why would you want to, even if you could?
I started Bell On Heels in January of 2013. I wanted a way to share my day-to-day with the couple of people who actually cared.
I couldn’t count the times that I heard how hysterical the events of my life were and how I should absolutely put them in print for all of the world to appreciate. And that is what I did.
And that is what I want to do again.
My life is a work in progress. Every day it evolves and changes. Maybe one day my story won’t be about how my children made me have an out-of-body experience in the grocery store.
Maybe one day it will be about the very first time I go snow skiing. Or how I got butt implants at age 45. Maybe it will just be about how I loath ironing.
Oh….you don’t think I could make that funny, too? Think again.
As I type this very post, I had to take a 30 second time out to clean jelly from under the counter where I am sitting. Because THAT is where I am in life.
I am a 42-year-old woman trying to write a blog post, despite the fact that I am surrounded by grape jelly. It is all part of my journey. And that is exactly where I want to be.
Hopefully you will stick around just in case I need a wet wipe.