Happy New Year! While many are thinking of resolutions for 2015, I am not. Being the curious one that I am, I looked up the history of this thing we do each year and found some interesting information, BUT that is not what this post is about so if you are interested... http://www.history.com/topics/holidays/new-years
Even though I ultimately, know what what word means, I got the definition of the word "resolutions". The first definition: a firm decision to do or not to do something and the second: the action of solving a problem, dispute, or contentious matter
Another word I like and use a lot at work as an English as a Second Language teacher is MODIFY/MODIFICATION: make partial or minor changes to (something), typically so as to improve it or to make it less extreme.
So, I am going to modify or make partial changes to some decisions! I am also going to take partial action to solving some problems.
I want to apologize to our oldest, our 13-year-old daughter. While gathering together the night before Christmas, watching movies, we began discussing when she and her brother discovered there wasn't really a Santa. While our 11-year-old son did tell us when he realized it, part of me questions his story. I think the little dude still believes in him. Next time he does anything I don't like, I just might sneak and put that on his Instagram page.
"Well I knew there wasn't a Santa when I was five!" our daughter told us. With an attitude. Her arms were crossed; legs crossed almost to the point of being twisted and she wasn't smiling.
This was bad. The people in the movie stopped and looked at us.
Daddy really blew this one. I just shook my head and rolled my eyes.
"Who told you?" I asked while peering at Dude.
"Remember Mama. You and Daddy picked me up from school early and we drove to Greenville (NC) to shop at Toys R Us?"
We lived in a smaller city and many residents drove about 45 minutes to shop at the bigger stores like Toys R Us.
I cut in and said what any Mama in denial would say, "First of all, YOU didn't drive anywhere if you were five and why did you say YOU and Daddy? Why did you put me first?"
As if what I'd just said wasn't important, she continued with her whining.
"You told me to pick out toys I liked and Daddy picked out toys for Myles while he was at daycare."
There she was with the "YOU" again.
"You told me that you were helping Santa because he was tied up. It was the same toys we opened on Christmas."
"But technically, I never told you that there wasn't a Santa," I came back. "And Dude- I mean Daddy- was in on it too, right?"
Couldn't go down alone.
So I resolve to fix that by not doing it again.
Working out and eating healthier will definitely be modified and that will be a later post.
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