These resolutions are not worth yelling about

| Wednesday, Jan. 23, 2013, 9:02 p.m.

Hello 2013. Welcome!

This year, like every year, I made a few New Year resolutions.

And this year, like every year, by March, I will probably say, “resolutions schmolutions.”

However, I thought if I put them in an article, I might hold myself more accountable. So for the benefit of my readers … all eight of you, here goes.

My first resolution is that I'm going to try to stop yelling.

I'm a yeller. I yell about everything. When I speak in a normal voice, my children ask me if I'm sick. I yell when I'm happy, when I'm annoyed, when I'm hungry or too full, when I'm hot or too cold, when I don't get enough exercise or enough sleep, which explains why I have been screeching around the house like a howler monkey for the last decade.

I want to stop.

There is really no reason to do all the yelling I do. Is the world going to end if my son spills his sixth glass of milk that week? Is the world going to implode if my daughter hurls her dolls down the steps for the 100th time, claiming “They just jumped mommy?” So what if my dog wants in and out 913 times a day. I should be able to handle all of this without yelling. Right?

Well, I'm going to try.

My second resolution is I'm going to touch my toes. Yes, I am unable to touch my toes. Look out your window, find a utility pole and imagine it touching its toes.

That's how flexible I am. In 2012, I discovered hot yoga. In 2012, I also discovered I stink at hot yoga, but if I'm ever going to touch my toes, yoga will get me there so I'm going to stick to it in 2013. On a side note, I also discovered I can't stand traditional yoga music. If I weren't supposed to be so relaxed in yoga, I would definitely yell about it to the instructor.

And lastly, but most serious, I am going to try to remove the word “later” from my vocabulary.

Last year was our first full year in Pittsburgh and I had some growing pains with my new location. There was too much new to figure out, too much homesickness for my old city and friends, too many new faces and personalities to learn all at once, just too much when I really didn't want to do any of it at all. As a result of that, my children were told “later” too often.

So this year, when my son asks me if I want to look at his 7,356 Pokémon cards and talk about their powers, I will.

When he wants to show me his latest video accomplishment, I won't yell that he should turn it off and read a book. I will sit down and marvel at his accomplishment. When my daughter wants to play pet shop, which is about as excruciating to me as yoga music, I will play with her.

I will do better in 2013, I promise.

Kelli Di Cesare is a freelance writerfor Trib Total Media.

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