Monday, January 12, 2015

Monday's child is a grump about turning 34.

Another year man. I have the (mis)fortune of being born just a few weeks after Christmas, when everyone, including myself, is beat down by miserable weather and the excess of the holiday season. Cheers to Capricorns everywhere, my brothers and sisters in January despair! I truly did not feel like celebrating this year, though after moping around on a family chat my sister convinced me that cinnamon buns at her house wouldn’t be so bad and mom would even bring the fruit. 

33 was uneventful for me. I got a new job, but seemed to fall into it fairly easily and the change didn’t cause much turmoil for anyone. I like the work, I’m still working for a lumbering bureaucracy and my pay is exactly the same, so it was a pretty safe transition. Max gets easier all the time (though more difficult in a way as he becomes his own person and continually demands more agency over his life). Kris and I spent our tenth year together and the predictabilities of our life this past year have been a great comfort. We’re solid. No real troubles except perhaps disagreeing on whether to cut The Big Bang Theory out of our schedule (I finally conceded that yes, it is an unfunny 21 minutes/week that has outstayed its welcome on television). We’re generally on the same parenting page and manage to trade off being the patient one when the other is not on a fairly regular basis. If I’m throwing my hands up in frustration and saying “fine, you can sleep naked and pee all over your sheets!” Kris will calmly slide into the room to complete the diapering of our son. Vice versa if that same child refuses to eat his breakfast or put on his winter gear. We take turns washing his hair while he screams and both took snips so neither could be fully blamed if the latest haircut turned out disastrously.

I am happy to have had a wonderfully boring year. Good too, because others I know had to contend with births, deaths, new jobs, house-hunting and all the other majors. 33 didn’t have any of that for me and I’m really hoping 34 will follow suit. Here’s to nothing at all!