I don’t usually do this, but since 2016 was such a rough one, I’m going to, like, resolve or something. I feel like I spent a lot of time this year feeling sorry for myself and being in total mom martyr mode; there were many times when I looked around and thought, if I was drowning right now, my family would just stand by and watch, or maybe ask me where their shoes were. This whole “all year long it hurt to walk” thing is legitimately something that can bring a person down, but I have to own up to the fact that I only have myself to blame for letting these damn plantar warts get so out of hand. (My mom definitely just made an “out of foot” joke to herself, I guarantee it.) There’s no way that my husband or either of my kids would have suffered in (relative) silence for the better part of a year before going to the doctor, and nobody else in the house is overdue for the dentist or a haircut or a mammogram. (Yes I know nobody else in the house gets mammograms but YKWIM.) So I resolve to make myself as much of a priority as anyone else, because if I’m so worried about drowning, I should probably learn to fucking swim.