As charmed as I've been with 2010 and all I'm rearing to accomplish this year, it's gotten off to a rocky start, a start I've been hesitant to even talk about because it'll come across like 2010 and I aren't friends. It'll come across, a little bit, like 2010 is a bitch.
Mike threw his back out last weekend, right before my birthday, so although he gifted me with a much-wanted (-needed, too) Wii Fit and let me sleep in the days leading up to the back-thrown-out incident, we weren't able to really celebrate my day in the way I would have liked (which would have been: him taking Kyle for a few hours, so I could nap, watch Food Network and online shop). We have an upcoming party planned, so that'll be fun, and we're going on a date just tonight to re-do my birthday dinner (also fun), and on the day both friends and family celebrated with me, so I'm not shaking my fist at the sky or anything, but it sort of sucked. For both me and Mike, really.
Then, the coldest weather North Texas has seen in more than a decade blew threw late Wednesday night and we reached a low of eleven at one point (that would be two degrees away from single-digit weather, OMG). I know listening to people bitch and moan about the WEATHER, one of the most unpredictable and uncontrollable things there is, can be rather annoying. I kind of hate myself for how much energy and time I've given to weather.com over the last few days, but that cold weather hasn't just ruined my out-of-the-house plans, it's seeped into my house and made all-around living kind of a beating. Our pipes froze so water to the downstairs is.....noticeably absent, shall we say. We can: shower, brush our teeth, use the bathroom and wash our hands (very nice silver linings). We cannot: do dishes, do laundry, cook without taking a pot/measuring cup to the bathroom sink upstairs. (No pasta dish is worth that, I'm sorry.) Our house also reached an inside low of 48 degrees yesterday, and although Mike is working his recently-recovered tail off to fix the flaws in our home and make it a place we love again, it's still been....noticeably difficult, shall we say.
He just called and asked how things were and I said, "I'm trying to find my zen place."
This morning I woke up in a particularly bad mood. Cold house, crying baby, no water. Who's idea of a nice Saturday is THAT? Instead of my calorie-friendly granola bar for breakfast, I thought, "Well, everything else is sliding downhill to Crapville, why not just go get something carby and delicious."
And then I stopped myself.
2010 isn't going to be a great year because of all the great things that are going to find me, and I never thought that's how it would work. It's going to be a great year because I'm making changings, I'm trying to be a calm, better, coolerl-in-a-crisis version of myself. I can't control the weather or the old house's poor insulation or the stupid, stupid pipes or Mike's back. I can control how loudly I yell about one or any of those things. I can control whether I work out in the midst of the bad day. I can control what I eat for breakfast. I can sit and wallow or ride this out.
2010 my have started off a little bitchy, but I'm doing my damnedest not to join it.