2013: my year of pee

(During some hurried pre-Xmas shopping, MH totally passed out. It was a rainy, crappy day, and luckily Cindy was with me, so we took turns running out to shops while the other person stayed in the car and did Facebook on their phone/dozed.)


Yeah, yeah. I know. I didn't post anything last week. But you know what? I DON'T CARE! I refuse to begin 2013 apologizing. Listen, I'm 15 weeks pregnant and I had four adults staying in my two bedroom house for a week and I couldn't even drink, just eat cookies which is a poor substitute. And then the people left, and my house was empty, except it wasn't. It was filled with trash and stuff so I spent days cleaning. (Well, I spent a whole day watching Downton Abby, which is pretty much about maids cleaning and cooking and fetching things for rich people, so I kind of felt like I was cleaning while I was watching it.) Honestly, I kind of wanted to take the kid and dogs for a walk and come back to my house on fire so we can just start over. But that's what the New Year is all about, right?

My birthday is the day before New Year's Eve. Besides being a terrible time for a party, but an awesome time to go out to dinner, it kind of makes New Year's feel twice as important. Because I'm now a new, older age. I'm 32, which means I'm totally thirtysomething. But I'm also pregnant with my second kid, and the first has just all of a sudden refused to sleep anymore, so while I have impulses towards making grand proclamations about life goals, etc, my main objective these days is to survive my pregnancy/early years of motherhood and to be better about money--you know, boring stuff that people in their thirties care about.

Speaking of New Years, a few minutes after midnight, our three legged, lumpy, demented dog just lifted his stump and peed all over the carpet. I try not to be superstitious, but holy hell! 2013 is going to be a year of cleaning up other people's piss. But I kind of already knew that. Let's hope it's just something I'm literally doing--potty training, diapers, and such--because I hate to see this get all metaphorical.