I probably owe you an apology. I do not like January. This stems in part from my deep-seeded disdain for cold weather.
I love Christmas time. But when it’s over, it’s all downhill for a little while.
I’m sorry this means there must be a significant decline in presents, vacation days, and festivities in general.
I’m sorry this means we have to return to routines like chores and homework and early bedtimes.
I’m sorry this means the period of un-rationed goodies is over (unless you’re me).
Another reason I don’t like January is we always get sick in January. Right now I can only breathe out of one nostril. During this past week alone, our house has been graced with coughing, fever, vomit, diarrhea, croup, congestion, and oh, another urinary tract infection.
Dirty dishes and dirty laundry piles sit a little longer in January. You may want to get used to me saying things like, “Who wants to make macaroni and cheese for dinner tonight?”
While some moms see January as an opportunity to rekindle their love affair with the gym, your mom sees January as an opportunity to eat Toaster Strudels and Reese’s peanut butter cups for lunch.
I just want to reassure you that I still love you. I wish I had any desire to play Princess Chutes and Ladders with you, but I don’t. I’m afraid that January is the one month out of the year that if you want to spend quality time with your mother, you probably need to start reading Pride & Prejudice, or take a sudden interest in Latin music, or save up your allowance for a trip to Europe or a warm location of your choice (or even better, my choice.).
I have no idea why you were so lucky to be born into my care, but I promise I’ll try harder to wade my way through January and be the kind of mom you deserve. Remember that I’m a pretty rockin’ mom in the summertime.
Feel free to print out this picture and tape it on a Popsicle stick and wave it in my face as needed.
When you do, I will try really hard to count to ten in my brain and get over it.
P.S. Your dad is a rock star in January because he steps it up a lot, and he’s not nearly as irritable as I am. I love him all year, but especially in January.
P.P.S. I’m really not as pathetic as this letter makes me sound. I do plenty of good stuff in January too. Let’s just say that the ratio of good stuff is a little more sparse than usual, and I’m keenly aware of it.
P.P.P.S. Would it be presumptuous of me to alter President Monson’s quote to say “Courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says, ‘I’ll try again
tomorrow [next month]‘”?