2010 is over

and the last thing I ate was KFC. I'm pretty happy about that.

Do I have a new year's resolution? Well, no, as I have previously mentioned I don't believe January 1st should get all the resolutions so I drew my resolution day randomly and it's in December.

It's interesting how the years change the way you spend time. New Years Eve, for instance, used to be a time of gallivanting around, partying, drinking, carrying on, sometimes working, sometimes sleeping (after a nearly 30 hour flight arriving in Amsterdam on NYE at around noon and deciding to have a mini kip and not waking til 2am, so completely missing it) things do change. Last night was a good example of this.

Poor little Lexi had one of her many falls however this fall culminated in her standing up with a decidedly limp arm and a very upset persona. Lexi falls often. She is the clumsiest child on the face of the planet. If there was a chair in the middle of a football field she would trip over it. Or if there was no chair, she would still trip over. And so I went through the motions of when she has fallen, but this time was different. She didn't stop crying. She didn't move her arm. And so that's when worry set in. We iced, we rested, we sat on the sofa and tried to do random things to get her to move her hand. Wiggle fingers. Crying. Not a good sign. Twinkle twinkle. Crying. Not a good sign. So of course here's me thinking she's broken it, and Mick takes her down the hospital, where he is confronted by a New Year's Eve kind of crowd, drunken idiots getting into mischief and mayhem before the sun has even put herself to bed. So they promptly turn around and return home.

So we wait and see. Lexi goes to bed. Tabitha is already in bed. Lexi falls asleep. Tabitha is up. Tabitha goes back to sleep. Lexi wakes up screaming. Lexi goes back to bed. Lexi wakes up screaming. So we went through this for some time. During the course of this time I gave her Panadol and subsequently Nurofen to hopefully dull some of the pain for her. At just before midnight she finally settled for the night. Tabitha however had woken at 11.30pm and was in no mood for hijinks, remaining awake, and rather upset till around 1.30am. Mini dude thought he'd best get in on the action also, waking for a feed at 3.30am and subsequently at 5.45am.

And so whilst I had the best intentions of not having a Red Bull for breakfast, I have indeed had a Red Bull, and a coffee, and have just boiled the kettle to make another. And I dare say there will be more.

And the day in Mackay is finally sunny. One wonders how hot it will get. My thoughts go to those people who are flooded though. It's hardly a happy new year for them. But it does make you realise that in such a short space of time basically everything as you know it can be gone. One moment it was a puddle, the next moment it was too late. And what do you take with you? What can you take with you? Close to nothing. Yourself. Your family. So much is gone, submerged in a modern day Atlantis.

What will 2011 throw at us? And we will be ready to catch it? Only time will tell.