The New Year’s arrival is like a blank canvas. Gone are the last signs of the holiday season and the commercials that are seemingly on repeat— especially those ones where the people get brand new cars in their driveway with the big red bows or those gut-wrenching holiday spots from Publix that leave me with a lump in my throat. They could be advertising lunchmeat and the minute I see the sweet couple sharing a sandwich in the kitchen I start bawling.

But with the New Year comes new goals, new opportunities and for so many of us, new resolutions. You know the ones—this year, I will lose weight. Go to the gym more. Work less. Limit my time on Facebook. Travel more. Learn a new language. Go back to school. Find a hobby. Blah, blah, blah. By the third week in January you have long since given up and are back on the couch, scrolling your timeline eating junk food.

I gave up on resolutions a long time ago. They are good in theory, but who has time for them? On most days, I am lucky that I can get in my car in my work clothes without sweet little finger prints on my dress or Play-Doh in my hair and then navigate I-4 to make my editorial meeting on time. It’s a miracle if my fridge is stocked daily, which is why I am at the store three days a week at minimum.

You see my mind is too occupied with living in the moment. Moments like when your 16-year-old makes fun of you because you are not proficient at Snapchat. The moment your college freshman says, “Hey mom drive up to Embry-Riddle, I am flying solo for the first time.” I said, “IN A PLANE?” “Yes, in a plane Mom, I am studying to be a pilot.” Or the moment when one of my 4-year-old triplets refuses to get dressed for school and whines for 20 minutes making us late, so instead of arguing we all get in the car. And yes, I put him in his car seat naked and strap him in, which is when he says, “Am I going to school naked?” And I simply respond, “Yup, you are.” “OK, I will put on my clothes now.”

Then there are the recurring times when I think I have successfully made my way out the door before wondering if I fed the fish. Or if I left another load of clothes in the washer and forgot to switch over to the dryer. You know those moments, we all have them.

How about when you are driving your triplets to school and look over in the passenger seat and see just two lunch boxes, not three. That’s when you make an ill-advised U-turn and screech into the driveway to dash inside and grab the sparkly pink lunch box with the chocolate milk and the pink straw.

Yes, you know those moments. So I guess it is safe to say I have a hard time with resolutions when I have to be so focused on living in the moment and making sure those moments count. Sure, I would love to have a resolution in the New Year. I just don’t know what it would be since I barely have time to go to the bathroom alone without the door being whipped open and a little voice asking what I am doing in there. I’ll tell you what, I will just make a resolution to try to do a better job of being in the moment. That sounds like a resolution I can possibly try and keep in 2018. Possibly. Just maybe. You will have to stay tuned.