You know how there are New Years Resolutions? Yeah, well, I am no good at those.
I’m never going to eat better, exercise more or worry less.
I love my junk, my Bow Flex is an awesome Laundry hanger and I am pretty sure worrying is part of my DNA.
My conclusion, New Years Eve Resolutions suck. No one can keep them, they just end up making you feel like a great big fat lazy failure.
This morning, the sun came up and I had an epiphany!
I am giving up on New Years Resolutions and embracing Super Bowl Resolutions!
Things I will do differently next year:
#1) I declare that from now on I will find a cute guy on both teams to cheer for. This way no matter who wins, ModernMom is happy.
#2) I will never again try to explain to my children that the Super Bowl is just as exciting to Daddy as High School Musical 3 was to them. They don’t get it. I shall find something else for them to do.
#3) I will add veggies into next years SuperBowl menu. Too many carbs. Too much glorious junk left us all feeling bloated and guilty. A couple of celery sticks would have gone a long way.
#4) I resolve that I will never again feed my dear Hubby Eggs, Nachos and Chili at the same Super Bowl Party. That combination along with his team winning left me with one content man. You know what this means? A man who is capable of farting in this sleep. *shiver
Our little SuperBowl Party was fab this year.
I repected his game, he cued me when the commercials were coming on.
With my new Super Bowl Resolutions I know next year, it will be even better.