On New Year’s Day, I woke up without a hangover. On the night of New Year’s Eve I hosted a party for my closest friends. It was very entertaining, I was busy playing hostess with the mostest, and probably only consumed a total of two craft beers (organic and mixing a sour cherry and a chocolate stout to make a cheater version of Sam Adams’ Chocolate Cherry since we searched near and far and could not find that particular blend anywhere.) My daughter had friends over and my K-bug was snuggled in his bed prior to all the guests arriving at 7:30pm. My loving, understanding, amazing boyfriend helped me cook dishes all day for the culinary delight of my guests. Cleaning throughout the night, tending to the kids, all while socializing was número uno on the agenda for the evening. Also keeping my eye on the prize of Whole 30 beginning the next day kept me from imbibing.
Part of beginning this new year 2014 involves trying to be as organized as possible. This past year I moved, and that forced me to get rid of a lot of things and organize a little. However, not a lot got done because of the busy-ness of working, commuting, kids, activities, blogging, cooking, shopping, loafing, life in general really. Fortunately, I am in a unique situation until January 6, 2014. I am off work. Two blissful weeks off work, from the craziness of real life. This only happens once a year because all my other time off is spent on sick days between the kids and myself, so I have to take advantage. There is a running to-do list that grows and grows until the end of the year, stressing me out until I can tackle the projects. I have arrived.
Organizing all of my important documents tops the list this January. Old tax forms, months of bills, insurance policies, birth certificates, copies of birth certificates, social security cards, anything that needs to be kept are all getting placed in one area. Part of this organization is passwords. I am overwhelmed! I realize that passwords all *should* be unique, shouldn’t be able to be easily figured out, and shouldn’t really be written down. After all, websites are password protected for a reason, right?
Not in my world. I started a spreadsheet of all the passwords I needed to remember, all the websites I get emails from that made me create an account, all the apps on my iPhone and iPad that I hold an account with, and utilities. The list grew and grew, until I reached sixty. SIXTY. Sixty websites with whom I held accounts, that I needed to remember a password. All my passwords are getting written on the spreadsheet,all in one place, in case something happens to me, they can be deleted, settled, and take care of in some way by my estate. Sixty passwords is just out of hand, and that doesn’t take into account the ones I have for work. Good grief.
This is how I spent my January 2nd. That along with doing all the laundry and ironing I wasn’t allowed to do on January 1st due to bad luck if its done (I’m not overly superstitious, but I’ve always been taught not do do laundry on New Year’s Day.)