New Year's Resolution

I sat down with Robert for like half an hour trying to figure out how to perfect our lives by setting 'realistic' goals. . . only one pencil was thrown and I don't even think it hit him (okay--I'm exaggerating a LITTLE bit). But we did make a long list. I really think we'll do better this year (especially on the get to bed by 11 one ;D--Don't look at the time this was published, please).

However, this afternoon, as I was lovingly watching over my dear little sweethearts, feeding them, reading them stories, bathing them, and ever so gently getting their feces off of their fingers and out of my clothing. . . another thought occured to me. Perhaps I have been setting the wrong goals!

So forget earlier bedtimes and more meaningful prayer--before my life is over, I want to be able to unashamedly poop all over my children and laugh hysterically at the fact (or at least watch my grandkids do it). At the moment, nothing else seems to matter, and revenge is much more 'realistic' anyhow.