Resolution

I hope somebody has a good goal for this year. I'm feeling mopey about it already. Rebekah told me what my goal would be, and a good part of me fell. Sam is going to try potty-training again. This is his year, I'm sure. John will take off the training wheels. Adam will learn to crawl (under-achiever, maybe. No one said he couldn't walk too). Seth, well you'll have to ask him. Rebekah wants to play the flute well. She started yesterday. Lily wants to master loom knitting.

There is so much I could attempt to achieve and fail at. Things like a clean house, read a fabulous book (that's not a goal, that is living--like breathing), lose weight, a fantastic and amazing and productive garden...lots of things to focus on. But most of it depends on my kids and other circumstances. As far as what I control, I think I can only have one reasonable goal: Survive. and try to be happy about it.