I don’t do much traditional coupon-clipping, but I’m a huge advocate of Ibotta. Paper coupons can clutter up the house, mysteriously disappear, be lifted from your purse by your toddler, strewn across the living room floor, and chewed to a pulp by your baby… hypothetically (it could happen). Alternatively, Ibotta is paperless and all your rebates are neatly stored on your phone. It’s free, it’s intuitive, it’s fun, it saves you money, and you can clip rebates easily and quietly whenever and wherever you happen to finally find a free minute (even if this is while nursing the baby at 2am).
Well, I’m back.
And, not surprisingly, it’s been a while.
I seem to remember having grand intentions for blogging last month – a regular posting schedule, set writing times each week, the whole nine yards. Most impressive. But pride comes before a fall, and grand plans come before being buried under an avalanche of interruption.
It’s January 1st as I type this post, and for the last few days Will and I have been writing goals for 2017 with giddy abandon. When the kids are tucked peacefully in bed and you’re curled up on the couch with a glass of sparkling cider, planning the next year feels so exciting, and so effortless! Yes, in the past few months I’ve often spent the day sleep-deprived and drowning in a sea of unfolded laundry, wondering how to cook dinner while comforting two crying babies, but this is a new year! In 2017 my life will definitely (magically) be more organized, calm, and amazing. I’ll wake (perfectly refreshed) at 4:30 am every morning. I’ll do yoga at least 4 times a week. I’ll read 2 books every month. Meals will be planned. Chores will be checked off promptly from a perfectly-organized chore chart. Songbirds and small forest animals will help me make the beds each morning as I dance out of our room to begin the day (I aim high).
This is all terribly interesting, Erin, you might say (in a polite “moving on…” sort of tone), and I’m happy for you and your delusions – I mean goals – but what does this have to do with dinosaurs? And what on earth do dinosaurs have to do with housekeeping? And how could you possibly think keeping a t-rex at home would be a good idea?