Sunday, January 09, 2011

A letter to 2011

Dear Year of Two Thousand and Eleven.

This letter has taken me one full year to prepare for. Throughout the year of Two Thousand and Ten I thought almost every day of what I wanted from Two Thousand and Eleven. I want you to be different. I want this to be a big and wonderful year. While there is no way you can compete with the fact that Two Thousand and Ten gave me my first born child, I do expect that you do your part in making this year a year filled with more and more happiness and less tears.

In February of  your predecessor, I was blessed with the most precious gift of all. I did not realize before that gift arrived that it would bring with all this other stuff that I did not exactly ask for. For the record, there should be a return policy on post partum depression and six months of sleepless nights...  Okay, I will accept the sleepless nights but the 6 months of weepiness and guilt - well I definitely want my money back on that stuff.....

Also Two Thousand and Eleven, I expect that there will be no hospital stays for me or my child. I request no more pneumonia or breathing treatments. I can handle the occasional ear infection or bronchitis but I am not putting my kid into a torture device for a chest xray again so I am just putting that out there. Make this happen. I will do my part, you do yours gosh dammit.

Since you are going to provide me with more sleep, I am hoping for more and more quality time for my husband and I. More movie going and less "Rob and Big" watching. Also, without a doubt, you need to build in some time for my honeymoon. Make sure that happens in September please.

I realize that I cannot hold you, Two Thousand and Eleven, accountable for such things as weight gain and weight loss. However, if you could just remind me to try and be healthier everyday that would be helpful. Also, if you could make sure that I can find the time to take that Yoga class on Thursday nights with my buddy, I will be muchos grateful.

I am looking for to working with you Two Thousand and Eleven.

Peace Out


Amanda