Last year I made no resolutions. I had 6-month-old twins, and thought I had enough on my plate without resolving to…put less on my plate, or whatever.

Now I have toddler twins and I’m 17 weeks pregnant. I’m not making any resolutions this year, either.

Generally I like making resolutions. A good friend and I try to make interesting ones we’re likely to keep: one year I resolved to play the stock market for a whole year with monopoly money to see if it was something I wanted to invest real money in, and she resolved to choose a signature scent for her house and buy the necessary products to keep it smelling nice. Another year we both resolved to learn to knit, to see once and for all if we were actually going to keep doing it or if we’d just forget how again.

But ever since I had kids, I notice my resolutions take on a more dismal quality. I resolve to yell less. To play with the kids more. To keep the house cleaner. To set a better example by eating more vegetables. Blech. I don’t think I want to add that kind of failure to my life. It’s just as well I’m taking another year off: perhaps I can spend the time thinking of better resolutions.