I am the first person to admit I absolutely hate the phrase ‘New Year, New Start’. It basically says that you could have changed from being a total dick any time, but you’re waiting to do so.
However, I hold up my 24 year old hands and say that I have made decisions (with the Husband, of course) about our future from now. Here. YES, 2013! I have waited until now to want to make a difference to my life purely because my new job started this week. And because of the new job, we can actually see that teeny little light at the end of the very dark tunnel that has been our life.
The new job means:
- Moving out of a mouldy flat into a house
- Buying a new car
- Saving for a holiday/pension/new pair of shoes!
We also made a very tough decision. Originally, my mum didn’t believe me when I said this, but it’s true! It’s a HUGE decision for us…
We are no longer trying for another baby. I know, I know, it’s fecking awful isn’t it? The original plan was to just see what happens. Which loosely translated means not using anything in the hopes of an oopsie. However, my NYR was to make smart decisions. And it is a very smart decision to sort out life first and enjoy
Sophie for a while so we will be waiting until the end of 2013 to have a squishy newborn. That’s ok though – so many of my mummy friends are popping them out this year I can just squish over their babies instead!
Anyway, the metaphorical ball is in my court and this year will be a hell of a lot better. No more struggling, no more wishing. Time to make the wishing happen! Except the lottery. That will forever be a wish…