Yes, I know I could, and I know I should, but a lot of the time I don’t ‘cause I don’t want to bother, even though they aren’t actually that hard.
Shave my legs—I actually didn’t shave my legs my entire senior year in high school. Little known fact, or the yearbook might have named me “most likely to rule a jungle.” Non-conformist hippie heritage? Hmph. I still managed to snag a husband!
Dust the living room—Why does dusting bother me so much? Good thing my four girls don’t mind. I just wish they were taller. Maybe some of those drywall stilts.
Pack a lunch—Hubs and I were just talking about this. People pack lunches every day. It’s healthy, frugal and only takes a few minutes, well, a little longer if you gotta pack for my whole basketball team riding in the backseat, but still.
Polish my toes—I used to enjoy spending time with them, but I guess we’ve grown apart. (I laugh maniacally at this point. Then defensively declare, “Yes, I can still reach my toes!”)
Write in my kids’ journals— each of my younger kids has a little journal that I wrote in lieu of a baby book. I think I stopped writing because I don’t want to think about them growing up. Yeah, not that funny. Raising kids has its bittersweet moments, huh? Way to stick your head in the sand Mom. They age at the same rate no matter how much you do or don’t blab about it.