D-Day

So today was my first day back at work. I somehow managed to get out of the house with only the smallest of breakdowns. It actually wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Albeit Aaron and Canon came and had lunch with me so I didn't have to go all day, but I figure it's a start. I did find that the bright side to having to leave my adorable child is getting to come home to his cute chubby face that's even more excited than usual to see me(ok so his expression didn't actually change at all when I walked in but I can only assume that's just because he doesn't yet have control of his face. I mean it's pretty obvious that while the outside is saying drooly mess, the inside is gleefully screaming "Hooray mom's home!!!!!").

Tomorrow's goal: Leaving the house sans nervous breakdown....

Resolutions

I've decided to fall in line with every other blog I've read in the past couple of days and go ahead and post my 2009 resolutions. I know this can only end in heartache, as I'm sure to default on most if not all of them, but in the spirit of the new year here goes:

1) Pay off all credit card debt by the end of the year

2) Write something in this blog or my personal writing blog every day

3) Get my huge pregnancy sized ass back down to a size 6

4) Spend more personal time with my wonderfully deserving and incredibly patient husband

Hmm...well I thought I had a few more goals for the year, but I guess I plan on being quite the underachiever. Oh well, all the better to ward off disappointment by setting my expectations low haha.

R.I.P. Chucky and Applebee

So my dad and Theresa are on their way over. Apparently both of their dogs got out of the fence yesterday and both were hit on a major street by their house. Both adorable little toy poodles, Chucky was 15 and Applebee was 12. What a sad way to start out the new year.

Just another reminder about how delicate life is.

Cheers to Chucky and Applebee and their happy little lives.