From Bad to Worse

My New Year started out great. The boys stayed up, we had apple cider and played Monopoly until midnight, watched the ball drop and went to bed. Things were already looking good.

When we woke up, I was sitting next to Colton on the couch and he told me his New Year's Resolution was to fight with Dawson less. I told him that was a good one. Then he asked me what mine was. I didn't want to bore him with all of them, so I told him that I wanted to slow down and enjoy the family more. To which he replied, "Oh, I thought it would be something like yell less." That's great.

Later in the day, my mom came over to watch the boys so James and I could go to a movie. As we were sitting in the theater waiting for the movie to start, he looked over at me and said, "I think this is going to be a good year for us." Then we spent the next 2 1/2 hours wanting to poke our eyes out because the movie was not good at all. I actually even fell asleep for almost 20 minutes of it.

At this point, my day is not going nearly as well as it had started at midnight, but I am still in a good mood and laughing about the previous incidents. So, James and I headed off to the mall to do some exchanges. On Black Friday, at 4am when all judgement is hazy, I bought him a shirt and pair of shoes that I really liked. Because the shirt was on sale for such a good deal, I bought a large and an XL because I wasn't sure what he'd need. When I came home, I looked and every shirt in his closet that style was a large, so I was planning on returning the other. However, I had a girlfriend come over one day for a playdate and showed her the shirt. She loved it and asked if she could buy the XL from me. Feeling confident in his size, I said sure and sold her the shirt. Then on Christmas morning, James tried on the shirt only to find out the sleeves were a little too short. He suggested an XL and all I could do was giggle. Now, we were in the store looking for and XL. But, everything was clearanced and gone. I guess January 1st is when they start moving in summer clothes (crazy.) There were no shirts above a medium and none the style I had gotten or he liked. Just to add to the fun, the shoes I had gotten him were 1/2 size too big and they didn't have his size in those either, nor could they order them. So we left the store with a credit on the credit card, no shoes, no shirt and a feeling of disbelief that I actually had the right shirt in hand and yet gave it away.

Then we went to a nice dinner and ended the night on a positive note. Lord knows, I couldn't let it stay on the course it was. This is going to be a good year!