I realize that I’m always posting about things that I DO around here. I tell you cool tips and give you awesome recipes…but I never post about those things I don’t do – or those recipes that totally flop. Some of you get the impression that I’m Super Mom and that I can do it all. I actually get questions saying, “Stacy, how do you get it all done?”
And so here is the simple answer…….I don’t. Yep. I don’t. So, today I’m going to give you a little glimpse into the things that I don’t do around here. This should be interesting.
I don’t dust.
Yeah, yeah. I know I should do it…..but here’s why I don’t. My allergies usually give me a fit afterwards. I sneeze all day and I just don’t feel well. I do realize that if I did it on a regular basis that it wouldn’t get bad and my allergies would probably be fine…..but let’s be honest here people. I don’t really make the time to work in dusting on a regular basis.
I joke around and say I had kids so they could dust the house. My mom always made me do it, so it feels justifiable. Sorta like payback. When people come over, I tell them I’m performing an experiment to see exactly how long it takes before the dust gets so high that it actually caves in on itself. So far, no caving. Experiment in process.
I don’t floss daily.
I have good intentions, I really do. I give myself a pep talk about how flossing every day is great! And I do it for about three days…..and then I get lazy. Really, flossing daily just sorta annoys me. I feel I could be doing something more productive with my time….like scrubbing a toilet or cleaning up doggy puke.
Plus, when you floss it always seems to get stuff all over the mirror and then that just gives me something else to clean up. Double whammy. Annie, however, loves to floss. Sometimes to occupy her, I just give her a piece of floss. Who needs a battery operated toy? Give the kids floss, baby!
I don’t clean windows.
By now you probably think my house is a total junk pit….but it’s really not. I keep a tidy house, but it’s not spotless. We LIVE HERE. I want it to look lived in, not like a museum. I can wash the windows, but when I do they look worse than when I started. They streak and look all nasty-fied.
I try to do them well, but it just doesn’t happen. They looked better before I started, covered with sticky peanut butter handprints and doggy slobber. It’s a badge of honor….someone drives by and says “Hey! They have a dog and small children.”
Barry is actually an excellent window cleaner and he leaves no spots…..sometimes he gets tired of straining to look out the windows and he has mercy upon me and cleans them. He’s such a nice man.
I don’t exercise.
I used to……to excess. But, that was in a life that I’ve tried to leave behind. I know about my tendency to OVER-exercise, so at this point it makes more sense for me to not do it. Yes, I love to walk early in the morning, but it’s difficult to get up, prepare breakfast, get the laundry going, get the kids ready, fix my 80s style bed-head, and THEN exercise. After all that, I feel as though I’ve already done it. Who needs a treadmill when you can run after small children and a dachshund?
I don’t wash my car.
My car is in a constant state of random raisins and random dirt. I don’t feel like cars are items to be babied……I sorta feel like cars are items to be USED. Especially Mommy Cars. If the kids need a snack in the car, I have no issues with that.
If I run through a big ole mud puddle to avoid killing a random chicken, I have no problem with that. If I use the cupholder as a trash can, I have no issue with that…..Barry, however, has issues with my cupholder trash can. I really could use one of those car trash bag thingies.
I don’t scrapbook.
Really, that is a talent given by the Lord God himself….a talent that he did not bestow me with. When I think about sitting down to do something like that, it makes me want to run away screaming. I don’t like all the gluing, writing, placing, etc. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I just don’t make the patience or the time.
Yes, I love taking photos of the kiddos, but I usually just get a Shutterfly book and let THEM scrap it for me. Acid free, embellishments, die-cuts…….those do not come ulcer-free for me. *Shudder*
Y’all, I cannot carry a tune.
When we have family Bible time at night, we always sing. Sometimes my singing is so bad, Barry starts laughing…..and then I start laughing. Barry is in one key, and I’m in another key……a key that isn’t even on the piano.
Most of my time now is spent singing Veggie Tales and Sesame Street songs…..and the kids don’t mind my singing – for the most part. Sometimes they do yell from the back seat “Stop it Mommy!” Who can blame them? They’re probably afraid of attracting all the neighborhood dogs.
I do NOT do technology.
It scares me. I hate it. I like writing my notes on paper with a pen. Yes, they still make paper and pens. I hate getting new phones, new TVs, new remotes…anything electronic. It means I have to learn to work it…and that means I have to read the instruction manual. That would give anyone a scrapbook ulcer.
My children, however, are fine with technology. They love buttons and things that make noise. They can work my phone better than I can. Before Annie was two she could turn on the TV and use the remote. She must have inherited that gene from Barry…because sometimes I can’t even figure out how to turn my phone on.
I don’t hunt.
I’ll be honest…..I can’t shut up. I once went with Barry on one of his hunting outings…..and thought I would die of complete boredom. Really. I love being in The Nature…but I don’t love being in The Nature and not being able to speak.
You sit still and wait…..and you don’t talk. I could be doing about 40 million other things but I’m sitting and not talking. What if I remember something important to tell him? What if I need to use the bathroom? What if I need to sneeze or blow my nose? Nope……hunting is NOT for me. Eating the venison, however, is totally for me.
I don’t crochet or sew.
I read all these awesome sewing blogs, and I want to sew so badly…..but I just can’t. I bought a sewing machine and I have good intentions. I might learn one day. I have two friends, who really kick it at both of those things. My mom rocks her sewing machine……and I can rock an awesome needle injury. Sewing = blood…at least for me. Maybe God hooked me up with an awesome Mama so that I wouldn’t have to learn……so that she could do it all for me. And maybe God also let me be born to my wonderful Mama so that she could make my curtains and so that I could avoid ER visits.Yep, God knows what He’s doing.
What is something YOU don’t do?