The last week of 2018 and the first week of 2019 were nuts around La Casa de Kraft. In addition of having a month-old and three of us having pneumonia in December, our oldest had an asthma attack with an upper respiratory infection, which had complications resulting her having four ER visits and two admissions between Christmas (December 25) and Epiphany (January 6)—the traditional 12 days of Christmas.
Everyone is okay now—minus the random pink eye someone picked up in last couple of days—but it meant any notion of new beginnings with the start of the new year didn’t happen.
So, this year, I’m declaring January 16th the first day of the year.
Anyone else wants to join me? If today doesn’t work for you, make it tomorrow.