We all have these don’t we? Things where we think ‘god you’re an adult get your act together’ and then just go ahead and do it regardless. I feel like the person who described this best was Allie Brosh from Hyerbole and a Half. Go ahead, click the link, it’s worth it. I’ll wait.
Okay, now you’re back, enjoy my list of things I know I shouldn’t do but I do them anyway!
- Decide we all have to eat healthier, buy heaps of fresh vegetables and fruit and then eat frozen chicken nuggets and chips for dinner, or worse Scottish takeaway (McDooonalds as it is called in our house – I don’t know why but we find it funny). Empty no longer fresh produce shamefully into compost bin a couple weeks later. But hey I have a compost bin – Adulting win!
- Try to do ALL the laundry in one day – then flag by the second load and leave it in the machine – beginning the mexican stand off that always occurs when neither of us can be bothered to walk downstairs
- Decide that the whole family should go on adventures every weekend to make up for my working mother guilt – I need to accept that two adults, one toddler and a kitty cat napping together on Saturday afternoons is as good as life gets. It really is – I recommend you try it, you can sub in a puppy or extra kitty for the toddler, you’ll just get kicked less.
- Let the Lifeline donation boxes get stacked up to the ceiling in our spare room – my mum sleeps in there on weeks she watches Henry and honestly I’m shocked there hasn’t been an injury by avalanche.
- Make way too many lists. Today I realised I had actually made a list of all the lists that I had already made so I could keep track of my lists. I also wrote things on the list I’d already done just so I could get that sweet sweet rush of crossing something off. Lady you have a problem. Step away from the notepad.
- Use my iPhone/iPad/Laptop/Kindle/Entire Damn Electronics store in bed before I go to sleep. No matter how many articles I read telling me I shouldn’t do it, I still do it. What can I say, I’m a rebel that way.
- Force myself to read ‘worthy’ books that hold no interest for me just because the internet tells me its a must read. I always struggle through them, thoroughly miserable and then break out some bad sci-fi or vaginal fantasy to celebrate when I’m done. . Sometimes I will read the important book, but I will mostly stick to my regular diet of sci-fi, fantasy and chick lit and that is super okay.
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