Happy New Year from Monaco! [Not really]

Resolutions are sexy but flaky

It’s so seductive to say to yourself: Self, on January 1^st we’re going to change our life! We’re going to quit our job and follow our passion of being a professional tightrope walker, all while intermittently fasting, taking a social media break, and having a sober January!

I wanna think that I have it in me to do something this dramatic. However, I’ve found it to be more effective to already be doing something in December that you want to do more in January. It gives you some practice and a head start.

Vying against my friend J Ho for the title of Queen of Philadelphia

And life is hard

Things that are standing in my way of blogging more: my life. My husband is traveling for work and I’m solo parenting two small children, which means that we’re all just kinda getting by. He normally does the cooking, so it’s In-N-Out burgers and Trader Joe’s microwave dinners over here. No shame in my microwave game.

But first, let me be clear that I’m not looking for sympathy for taking care of my own children for a finite amount of time when other people do this all the time. For about 6 years before my mom met my stepdad, she was a single parent. My grandma was in her 30s when I was born (teen mom!) and lived nearby, so my mom had a lot more help than most. But I do know that it was hard for her. So hard that she never had any other children because she was always afraid that she’d end up taking care of them alone.

I’m also not trying to be a whiner. I got this. And it’s important that my children see me getting it. What I am trying to be is a hater.

But Monaco is pretty

So, let’s take a look at some pictures from my husband’s trip to Monaco, shall we? 

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