Peryl is a mom of 2 boys who writes a blog column for the Seattle P.I. called “Parenting Ad Absurdum.” I met Peryl very early on in my blog career, and am so happy she agreed to write one of her legendary list posts for BBCD. Also? How cool would it be to write a blog for your local newspaper??? You can also find her on Twitter at @momadabsurdum
The Parenting ad Absurdum household has some big changes on the horizon.
No, I’m not pregnant – I’ve recently learned that no woman of child-bearing age can say the words “I have news” without someone immediately buying her a stroller. No, our current evolution involves houses and geographical locations. The change is positive, but inevitably stressful, as evidenced by my recent dreams (e.g. I’m about to get married, and the person giving me a pedicure leaves before putting on the top coat, and this causes me INCREDIBLE AGGRAVATION – this despite the fact that I wore closed-toed shoes for my wedding).
When I am under stress, I tend to relieve tension by incessant list writing. Nothing makes me feel better than a brand new notebook to be dedicated to lists.
Scads of lists.
The fact that my follow-through needs a little game doesn’t take away from the satisfaction I get from writing lists. So when Liz (I want to call her Belle, don’t you want to call her Belle??) honored me (immensely) by asking me to guest post in the middle of my list making frenzy, I decided that of course I must write you all a list.
Since a list of what I need to donate to Goodwill or people I need to email may not excite you as much as it does me, I thought I would share with you some terribly late (cause that’s how I roll) New Year’s resolutions for 2011.
1. Singlehandedly launch a campaign to bring back the sloe gin fizz. Have you had one? You must try it. I guarantee you will want to name your next daughter Juniper.
2. Sign up for twitter, so I can stop getting emails that say “for the love of god, sign up for twitter already” (I love you, Truthful Mommy). By the way, I did this already. In your face, 2011.
3. Make more lists of things I’ve already done. It’s awfully satisfying.
4. Stop developing psychosomatic backaches when anticipating the arrival of family. Also, while I reserve the right to take everything said by relatives the wrong way, I might try to do this just a bit less.
5. Learn how to operate a #$%*@ zipper. I know. As a reasonably coordinated adult and the designated figurer-outer of the family, this is something I should have mastered by, oh, at least the age of thirty-two or so. Do the rest of you know a secret that I somehow missed out on? Maybe it was the home-schooling.
6. Watch more of this guy: Never Give Up. I dare you not to feel disgustingly positive afterward.
7. Get through the hardest level on my Dino hunter game…oh wait, that’s my five year old’s resolution. My three-year old’s is that I buy him the teddy bear I refused to get him the other day in Barnes and Noble. He doesn’t quite get the whole “improving oneself” thing.
Whew. I feel much better. Don’t you just want to run out and buy yourself a fresh notebook?