#MicroblogMondays 123: Pride
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Every year between Christmas and New Years, we watch the Lord of the Rings trilogy. The goal is to get Aragorn and Arwen’s kiss as close to midnight on New Year’s Eve as possible. We rarely succeed. By which I mean that we don’t succeed at all. Like we sometimes get stuck watching the Two Towers well into January. We suck.
But this year, we made a commitment. Watch at least one hour, but hopefully more, daily. Lather, rinse, repeat. Do not allow life to get in the way of our goal.
This year, we succeeded. Even though we had to take a few days off because the kids slept at my parents’ house, we timed it carefully and got the kiss in at 10:59 pm on New Year’s Eve. I wanted to run around the house, screaming, because I was so proud of us. Instead, I tiredly ate some M&Ms and said, “Well done, team.”
Sometimes it’s not the big wins. Sometimes it’s the small victories. What was your latest small victory?
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25 comments
I finished most of a sewing project that has been sitting in my stash for two years- I do need to do a few closing sitiches now it’s stuffed, but I sewed it all up, stuffed it and just need a little bit of white thread.
My daughter, who is dealing with a lot of fears, started getting up in the morning and walking in to our room in the dark instead of calling for us in a panic. We’ve worked on her fears a LOT so this is a victory – not only because the whole family is no longer waking in a panic when she does but because my husband and I got to lie in bed “late” between Christmas and New Years when we had no where to be. 7am never felt so good.
We actually stayed up until midnight on New Year’s Eve! I call it a victory because I usually call it around 9pm. But this year Owen really wanted to stay up and see the ball drop. (We didn’t, apparently only Dick Clark has the rights to actually show the ball drop, whaaaaat?)
But still! We rang in the new year this year, a first for us in many, many years.
Two days ago, I walked upstairs like a normal person (no limping, no left leg first on each step) for the first time since I hurt my knee in October. Granted, I can’t do it today, but it’s the first victory I’ve had after weeks of swelling. 🙂
Oh, and great question Mel!
Small victory? I actually finished a blog post…after a long absence! Yay!
I sewed Christmas presents for my friends’ two kids only a couple days after Christmas.
This is hilarious! Well done!
Small victory… I got the stupid font code changed on my new site today.
I said, I was going to blog 5 more times and today was my fifth time. Very proud of myself and now I hope to do at least one post per week for the rest of January. Little victories \o/
I also made a phone call but that feels more like a big victory.
My small win was getting on the scale after a couple of weeks of holiday indulgence. 🙂
It really is the small wins, isn’t it?
My small wins: tackling my Yahoo mail account to prepare for deactivation. 2 major hacking events that Yahoo failed to report to their clients = lack of trust. Granted, it may be like eating at Jack in the Box after their E.coli contaminations killed people (they rapidly got up to health code), but I’m treating it more like T-mobile.
Other win has been doing some purging.
Congrats on getting through the trilogy in record time. May have to steal that tradition.
It’s a bank/government holiday here today, plus the kids are out of school until Jan. 9th (!), so everywhere we went today was PACKED with long lineups. (Doesn’t anybody work any more??) But, small victories: the girl at the Starbucks counter got my order right (tall non-fat English Breakfast tea latte). Inevitably someone at this Starbucks screws it up (people around here are more espresso drinkers vs tea drinkers, and it shows…!) — they use Earl Grey instead of English Breakfast, or they forget the syrup or they take so long to get the milk in while they handle everyone else’s orders that the tea is way too strong for my liking. :p Today it was perfect. (Actually, they used whole instead of nonfat milk, but that’s a forgiveable sin in my books. 😉 ) And I found dh a loaf of fresh Calabrese bread at the supermarket bakery, when it looked like they were all out. As you said, small victories…!
1 Monday down, 51 to go! That’s a small victory for me. 🙂
Hey, congratulations! We wanted to finish rewatching all the Harry Potter movies by the end of break, but only made it to the end of Half Blood Prince New Year’s Eve. So not a victory… I’ll say I’ve exercised two days in a row, which has been challenging lately, so that’s a small victory, especially since it’s been cold and rainy and to still go for a nice walk is dedication!
I love the idea of celebrating small victories. For me, it was finally submitting my passport renewal application a few weeks later than I had intended.
My small victory today was consolidating three errands into one trip.
It is about the small things…I am going to have to remember that.
My small victory is that I typed out a blog post!
I cleaned up Christmas (by which I mean we dealt with all the decorations and the tree as we were away until yesterday afternoon). I was dreading it but E. was really eager to help and we got almost everything finished while P. was napping. Far less painful than I had been anticipating and now the living room is much safer for P. to explore.
My small victory–taking the time to rest…without guilt. Woohoo!
My husband and I actually made it to midnight. We don’t always. Sometimes we’re out in front of Ryan Seacrest at 10:15. Either is still better than a few years ago when we fell asleep early and awoke at 2am to our neighbor yelling at her husband on the porch: “I am so fkn done with you!” We turned to each other & said: “Happy New Year!”
I have been battling a sinus cold since before Christmas, so I wasn’t feeling up to big gatherings this New Year’s. My small win was getting my teenage son to wash the dishes New Year’s Day because I felt like poo.
We didn’t wait till the midnight. Usually we do. But this time with the baby and all we didn’t want to miss any sleep. And the baby woke me up at 1’o clock. 🙂 Victory should be being able to talk mindlessly with the hubby on a long drive without the kids disturbing us (They were both asleep). 🙂
Beating my cold into submission.
We had some (embarrassingly) still-unpacked boxes and a coffee table full of random stuff on one side of the living room. Phillip helped me tackle the pile, take care of stuff that was sitting there to remind me to do something, and find places for everything. We folded down the coffee table, and it really opened up the room. It felt really good, plus we finally got to use our fireplace.
My small victory was speaking up when someone made a racist comment. I know it will get easier in time. Unfortunately, as that means I expect it to happen more. But shut that garbage down.
Hmm, some minor cleaning, cooking (instead of ordering out), and not always yelling at the kids. 🙂 Nah, I don’t always yell at them, but Paxlet sure is going through a phase where he doesn’t listen or hear (even when I am down on his level, in his face) what we say, so we say it 10 times, or more.