Hating on January

An excerpt from my January 2018 journal because I just can't with this month:

January is the worst month in the history of months.
There. I said it.
There are no "fun" major holidays. There's MLK Jr. Day. Which is a great holiday, but it's more of an educational holiday. Nothing gets blown up and no one gets presents. We did go to the National Underground Railroad Freedom Center. Which was awesome. But not five-year-old friendly. (everyone should go, just not little kids)
There's also New Years, but that's more of a December 31st holiday because you stay up until midnight celebrating and then you go and sleep the rest of the day.

January just lasts forever.
And it's cold.
And you are getting over the post Thanksgiving and Christmas (and New Years) holiday slam.
You "have" to put all of the holiday decorations away.
You have to go back to work after having time off.

Nearly half of our family members have birthdays in January.
So when we budget for Christmas we also have to budget for January birthdays.
Because if you try to get the person who's birthday is in January a really nice Christmas gift instead and say "it's a combined birthday/Christmas gift", they will let you have it for the rest of your life.
Seriously.

It's the worst.
I'm sorry January, you are the Monday of months.
Unless there's lots of snow and then we get to go sledding and build snow forts and snow people and drink hot chocolate next to a warm fire.
That's the only good thing that ever happens in January.

That and Hulk lost his first tooth.

He's uber excited. :)