At the end of 2014 I thought 2015 was shaping up to be great. Overall I suppose it was, my second child was born after all. But the stress of his entrance into the world dominated the whole year really and it’s pretty much all I can remember about 2015 now.
So here’s hoping 2016 is calm and happy. No major dramas please. No hospital stays please. No stressful situations that literally make my hair fall out please. (Seriously, this moon face could not pull off the bald look.)
I have an awful lot to be thankful for, I know, and I’d really like it if I could continue to be thankful throughout 2016 and maybe even more thankful for zero nasty surprises.
(2016 is bound to be better than 2015 anyway. It’s an even number for a start.)