It’s good to know yourself. To own up to the things you always do, or don’t do, that kinda actually really drive you crazy. And instead of going around driving yourself crazy, it takes less energy to suck it up and change. Here are the life-altering resolutions I’ve made — and kept! — in the last month.
Tea timing. I know myself. I will walk away. I will get distracted. And my tea will get bitter. So these days tea takes 2-seconds longer to brew because I set the timer every time. Four minutes.
Flossing. A recent and long-overdue trip to the dentist landed me in the chair. My dentist was sweet, speedy, and clearly experienced. And I hate him. I’ve literally tried to force a memory block of those 20 minutes in his chair. Novocaine, schmovocaine. What a crock. Next time, give me gas or I’m running.
Turns out my cavity was smack between two teeth — a direct result of not flossing. Well, I ain’t gonna let that happen again. I’ve been flossing regularly ever since January, thankyouverymuch. Turns out it’s one of those things you get hooked on once you start, and can’t stand the feel of skipping. (Though I have recently developed a gag response to having both my fists in my mouth. I think that’s a problem.)
Stuff on the stairs. The stairs harbor lots of orphans. A few times a day I toss something on the stairs to “take up next time I go upstairs.” And then it stays there for a week. And when it’s a camera case almost the same color as the stairs, my husband trips and nearly falls on it. Which I try to pretend is no big deal, because, it’s on the stairs! That’s what they’re for!
Not anymore. If I’m going upstairs, I take the 1-second and 90-degree stoop required to scoop up said object (.5-seconds and 60-degrees if I’m really smooth and time it just right with my climb), and put it in another holding pen somewhere upstairs till I feel like putting it where it really goes. It’s proving to be a good system.
Dishes. Dude. Three things at a time, okay? I’m not Super Woman. I mean Wonder Woman. (I always mess that up.)
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4:41 pm
AND don’t forget resolving to post regularly to this blog!
So your hubby trips down the stairs because that’s what stairs are for?
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5:19 pm
Um, no, smart aleck. They’re for storing things. My things in particular. But point taken. So there’s one hole in my writing.
10:47 pm
:-p
10:19 pm
Nice! Although I don’t get the last entry. Maybe it’s because I handle all the washing up in our home? (Since my wife does the lion’s share of the cooking.) Are you indicating (even at a subconscious Freudian level) that your hubbie needs to pitch in the kitch-en more? Right on!
Wonder Woman’s got nothing on Amy!
10:29 pm
Oh, Kevin… you are stirring dangerous waters.:) Actually, funny thing — the hubby said he’d wash these dishes the night before I took this, and I was glad he didn’t b/c they were the perfect mess to capture! And I’m happy to report the minute he walked in the door that day, the suds started flying.