New Year

I know, I know...I am WAY behind the 8-ball on this one. The New Year began weeks ago. Whatever. This is how I roll. I still have Christmas gifts on my dresser, waiting to be mailed. For that matter, I have my brother's birthday gift too...and his birthday was in November. I'm the worst procrastinator in the world. Really. I went through college, never doing a paper until the day before it was due. Many times I did it the day of...and a few times I turned it in late and thanked God not only for some natural charm, but also the smarts He gave me. Don't know how, but I graduated with honors. LOL.

I made what I am calling Attempts rather than Resolutions this year. Because that is all they turn out being anyway. My all focus on the word Repair.

• Repair my marriage. Date nights, counseling, I'm reading through a few books, etc.
• Repair my health. Exercise, eat healthy, lose weight, blah, blah, blah.
• Repair my kids. LOL. By that I mean redo the chore chart and stick with it, family devotions, outdoor activities.
• Repair my relationship with God. Devotions and prayer time.
• Repair my house. Patching of holes, painting of rooms, purging of items.

Dem thar are it. Nothing fancy. But this is the year of Repair. If it ain't about fixing one of those things, then it can't be added. The end, love Stemmler. (Inside joke for myself)

I'm going to Bolivia. For two weeks. With my parents. Brad is staying home with the kids. He is still unemployed, and they are paying my way, so I had to take this opportunity. I am thrilled but also strangely afraid. I think it may be just that old mommy fear, but just in case it isn't, I have taken the time to write Brad, Emilie and Landon their own letters. I love you letters. That they can have to read over and over if something happens to me. I'm going to miss them like crazy. And I hope Brad will be okay...I know he will be.

More another day.