New Year

Okay, so yesterday I took fifteen minutes to write a nice blog about New Year's Eve, but it didn't post. So, I don't feel like repeating myself. Let me just say it was a lot of fun, there was some champaigne and staying up late, and we were tired the next day. At least Ryan and I went somewhere this year, albeit we did have to take Sofia. But it was fun and thank you Russ and Vanessa for having us over.

Anyway, I don't know if it's the cold weather, the snow, or after-holiday blues but I feel like a total grouch lately. I think Sofia and I have cabin fever. I mean, how sad is it that I look forward to work (actually, I really like my job) just so I can get out of the house? Lately I've been wishing I was working full-time. I'm one of those weirdos who likes to work. Don't get me wrong, I've really enjoyed staying home with Sofia for the past 16 months (well, enjoyed some moments more than others), but I'm really starting to get bored. I don't like that I sit on the couch practically all day, and there are only so many ways to play with a 15-month-old. It's too cold to go to the Zoo or the park and I just can't seem to get motivated to go to the mall...too much of that in December. As much as I like snow, I really hope this winter will be mild so that I can take Sofia outside. (I write this as I look out the window at the 4 inches of snow.) If you don't hear from me, it's because I've decided to hibernate for the winter.