They aren't Resolutions.

They are Deadlines.
There's cleaning house top to bottom, getting everyone ready for the trip and clearing out the rest of the clutter. All have to be done in the next two weeks before the movers get here.
Then there is a get together with friends at the beginning of May that I refuse to rock the frumpy housewife look for. There's the minimum of three outfits that need to be made for the shindig, as well as putting in some effort so my behind does said outfits justice. Luckily, I already have the patterns and fabric, so the sewing can commence as soon as everything is actually unpacked. Making the clothing the easy part of the equation for once.
It really didn't seem like much at first, now the sensation is more akin to trying to jump hurdles while tied to a chair. (While I've never tried it, I imagine it would be a wee bit complicated).
There's a lone bottle of champagne left over from New Year that I think will be used to toast the (hopefully) semi-organized chaos that will be the next 4 months!