For most of my 41 years, I was someone who was chronically early and organized. I got tasks done before they were due. I would show up at least 15 minutes early for an appointment, date, or event. Suitcases were packed days before departing on a trip. The table was set the night before a dinner party. You get the idea…I was on top of my sh!t.
But since our Tater Tot arrived in July, all that went out the window. The basic functions of our household still manage to get done…just not always in the timeliest manner. I like to think of it as adopting a fashionably late attitude towards life.
So in that vein, I would like to wish you a fashionably late Happy New Year. I am eager to see what 2013 brings as the year unfolds.
PS, Libby I hope that you will see the humor in this picture. Your dad and I made sure you were safe at all times…but boy did we have fun with this one.