I look at other women, usually friends, and wonder how they do it all. How on earth were they made so perfect, and just so sickeningly good at everything.
They look great, their house is put together and decorated per the season, they’re always doing crafts with their kids, and they’re the first to volunteer at school functions.
And it makes me anxious, because I’m a train wreck most days.
My friend Jenn wrote this week about the things she doesn’t do. And honestly, her list totally surprised me! Who would have ever known that she doesn’t craft! This is shocking news, I totally pegged her as the crafty type.
So I thought it would be fun to list a few of the things I don’t do either. I mean, I do a lot of things. Heck, I do a lot of things really well. But not any of these things….
The no, no-way, uh-uh forget it, list:
I avoid at all costs taking my children out to dinner, which means I prepare 98% of all the food my family eats. I just can’t justify the money spent. And it’s never relaxing.
I do not do public speaking. This includes praying out loud in front of other adults. I’ll get hives. And cry.
I don’t do school fundraisers where you have to sell something to friends and family. I would rather hand over a crisp $20 and tell the school to keep 100% of the money, opposed to 40% of the sale of a tub of cookie dough. The only exclusion is Girl Scout cookies. I’ll buy those all day long.
I don’t mow the lawn.
I don’t match socks. My kids wear socks, but they never match and it’s the least of my worries.
I don’t think I’ve ever craved a doughnut, croissant, scone, ect.
I don’t watch kids TV.
I don’t wash my face like a grown-up. If I shower, I’ll quickly scrub it with water, but otherwise I just don’t wash my face. Luckily for me I don’t wear much makeup either. I’m turning 35 next month, and keeping the theme of acting my age (or at least coming to terms with my age), I spent an Amazon gift certificate on a Clarisonic. That was a month ago – it’s still in the package. I’m just too scared (or lazy) to use it.
Even though I’m a blogger – I really don’t have the desire to own a fancy camera. Or write a book.
As of earlier this summer – I don’t drink Diet Coke anymore.
I don’t play euchre.
I don’t wear “dangle” earrings. There is a gruesome back-story to this one, tiny little studs is all I can do.
Ok, enough! I could go on and on and on probably for days….
Surprise me with one of your nopes. Or let me guess, you do everything.