New Years Resolutions

Hello! I'm here! Remember me? I used to write an awful lot of rubbish a lot of the time and post it up thinking that you guys would want to read it! Ha! So big headed.
And then I had a bit of a calamatous time which involved a lot of sofa-lying and a lot of brain-shut-down and a lot of not a lot. Poor Old MothersRuin really felt like life wasn't playing fair. So MR kind of fell off her own perch temporarily.
But don't worry!
New Years Resolution is to come back. Make a Take That Come Back. Selling out in Wembley Stadium in less than 60 seconds - that's me! Or in cyber terms, 100,000 download click-through traffic jam gridlock come back.
Already as I type the power surge is teetering on the cliff of all out failure.
Talking of New Years Resolutions... I have made one. And it lasts for January. And its so predictable and I feel so terribly 30-something-suffering-from-over-indulgance that I'm nearly embarrassed to disclose it. But I shall. And then all of you other 30-something-suffering-from-over-indulgance can join me in the fight for the Quick Finish Of January.
Usually I wouldn't want to rush a month, especially one as fragrant and rewarding, colourful and warm as January. But now that I've given up imbibing alcoholic bevs for the entire month, I'm wishing it away. My nightly mantra is wake up and it be 1st feb, wake up and it be 1st feb, wake up and it be 1st feb ...
I know I'm a bit sad.
God how sad I'd be if I'd given up chocolate or cheese as well. Maybe I'll do that for Lent though later on in the year. Depending on how the current battle goes.
Actually its not as bad as I thought it was going to be. I did this last year and remembered feeling like a frisky 24 year old by the end of the month. Jumping out of bed at 7am without a groan, wrinkled eyes no longer wrinkled, bouncing through the day without batting an eyelid of exhaustion - my health halo was glowing a deep gold. So I do this with anticipation. The fridge has been cleared of all offending bottles and Husband has decided to join me until he decides to not join me. Fair enough. He's done 7 whole days with no complaint. We've even been out to dinner and been in a BAR where booze is sold and visible and shouting out buy-me, buy-me quicker than a chocolate bar says eat more eat more, and we have resisted. Will our will be so determined this time in 2 weeks? The proof will be in the pudding. Or Liver.
So.
And since the absence has been so long here's a small update on the kid situation.
Mol nearly 8, still believes in Father Christmas. So we had a joyous and magic time filling stockings in the dark whilst full to bursting with rich claret, and then in the morning we realised that FC had totally fucked up and put all the wrong presents into the wrong stockings. So Mol and Liz didn't have such a joyous time as they opened their presents with slight frowns on their faces as they realised that most of their presents were completely age-inappropriate.
"Ha ha" we laughed nervously with smelly morning Claret breath, "Father Christmas must have been so tired and it is so dark in your room - poor him, I've heard of this happening before..."  - seemed to do the trick.
Mols faith in the magic was tested again at a later date when my brother opened up AN IDENTICAL chocolate Lindt Bell - "but that's amazing - Father Christmas gave me one of those too Uncle Scratchy..." exclaimed Mol with wonderment. We all exploded with more nervous laughter and said HOW AMAZING!
Liz is a 4.5year old who is, I sympathise also being the youngest, on perma-catch-up with Older Sister and Older Sisters Sophisticated Friends. I feel for her. I can understand why she has outbursts and hits and throws things at people and behaves like an escaped asbo a lot of the time. But she had such a great time over christmas - measuring how much mince pie and carrot were eaten by FC and his reindeer with such care, wishing that every day could be Christmas, finding the idea that if winter was HOT and summer was COLD extremely hysterical. Its the little things in life that make a person tick.
My kids don't know about New Year Resolutions and by default of being my children they're perfect anyway so no resolution aint gonna improve on them I tell ya dat! ha.
(Am I delirious...)
So that's about it for the first one of the year.
No big story line (unlike East Enders...). Just chewing the fat.
But there'll be more. I hope. In time.
Adios amigoes. From the increasingly glowing from super human self restraint MR.