Last year I made one resolution: to be in bed by 9:30 p.m. at least four nights each week. My thinking was that making such a commitment would make me a more pleasant person in general, a better wife, a better mom, and that it would keep me from eating so much at night since the sugar from Jay's late-night treats made falling asleep harder.
Yeah. Not so much. In fact, I think I actually started going to bed later than I had been prior to making my resolution. My excuse is that as a parent at home, my entire schedule is dictated by the needs of other people. I have no time to myself while the kids are awake, and their naptime is dedicated to completing my freelance work. So the only time I can actually do the things that I want to do is at night. And, truth be told, I've always been a night owl anyway.
Before Clare started sleeping through the night last July, I always felt like a good night was one in which I got at least six hours of sleep. I guess I carried that over to the months after Clare started sleeping through the night, assuming that six hours was enough to survive on. It's not.
So anyway, I blew it. I still don't get enough sleep, but I did manage to lose 29 pounds!
I think I'm going to avoid making any resolutions this year. I'd hate to jinx any important goals I have by turning them into resolutions, so I'll just pass...and go to bed.