Intimidated by a New Year’s resolution? Not me. Afraid of failure? Ha!
My life has so much room for improvement that I count myself blessed to be able to look behind, look ahead and pray for a change for the better.
I’ve had all sorts of resolutions.
There was the one that I mentioned before about committing to taking one relaxing bath per week. (That’s one relaxing bath. I did, in fact, bathe more than once a week.)
There was the one where I committed to making my bed every single day.
There was the one that I’ve done a few times to limit my indulgence of sweets to only one day per week.
In the year 2011, I had a lot of great ideas; but only one resolution was counted worthy of the long haul. I’ll share a bit about that one at a later date.
Presently, I have discussed my 2012 intentions with Brian and he is completely on board. Dare I say that he’s a little too eager to be on board?
In the year 2012, I resolve never to be my husband’s alarm clock.
Plain and simple.
The thing is that I hate to see him fail. So every now and then when I realize that he’s turned his alarm off when he meant to hit the snooze button, I’ll nudge and encourage him to get up. Apparently nudging and encouraging just sounds like nagging when he’s really sleepy.
I sweetly say, “Honey, I’ve made you some coffee…”
Brian hears, “BRIAN! GET YOUR LAZY BUTT OUT OF BED!”
So in an attempt to feel more like his wife and come across less like a mother, I’m just gonna let my hubby figure this one out on his own. Maybe he’ll be late to a few important dates or appointments; but, hey, that’s life. I mean, what if I’m not around for forever? What if I bite the dust before he does? Then who will get him to my funeral on time, hmmm?
My instincts are that this resolution will feel horrible for a little while. But eventually my husband is bound to find an alarm system that works well for him. Won’t we both be better off for it?
When I mentioned my idea to Brian last week, he didn’t hesitate for a second.
“You can start tonight,” he replied.
Oh, Brian. You have no idea what you’re agreeing to.