Peace out, 2015.

I’ve kind of been waiting for this year to be over ever since last January left us with me: 8 months pregnant, husband: no job, and child #1: almost-two-year-old who hated sleep.

Things have worked out, and they did so wonderfully, in a big-picture sort of way! And even in short-terms ways we had miracles, such as CHILD #1 IS NAPPING AGAIN, ALMOST EVERY DAY (!!!!!)

But my typical happy, optimistic outlook has been challenged in a multitude of ways during the past year. I’m sorry to say it, but I did not win this optimism battle very frequently. Maybe 25% of the time. And that 25% happened after much coercing and pep-talking from my dear spouse (he has a difficult job sometimes, I don’t envy him. But I sure am grateful for that guy).

But you know what? I survived! We all survived! And gosh darnit, we did our best, and next time around our best will be even better. There were a lot of wonderful, joyous things that happened too,  amidst all of the ones that were simply “memorable” (to put it nicely).

Here’s to a new year, hopefully with no more Unexpected Job Losses, Road Trips From Hell, Moving All The Way Across The Dang Country, and Really Really Struggling To Manage Two Very Active Toddlers All Day Every Day In An Unfamiliar Place. (ideally I’d like to maintain my current level of “slightly struggling”. That would be good.)

I am also crossing my fingers for at least one full night of rest. Just one night out of three-hundred sixty-five….that’s a reasonable dream, right??? Eh, maybe I’m five years ahead of myself. 😉

love, Rach