So now that I have the time, I am committing to writing about myself.
I am not a perfect person. Some of the time I am ok with this. In fact, MOST of the time I am ok with this. I am not a neat freak or a health freak. I like to sleep in, and can do so with dirty dishes in the sink. If the laundry sits in the washer overnight because I am too tired to move off the chair- that's ok, I can just wash them again in the morning.
Every now and then I get these grand ideas that I am going to become a perfect, neat freak, health nut, uber-mommy. It lasts about an hour, then I go back to being me. But I do get this wave of jealousy (see, a perfect person would never ever let jealousy rear its ugly head) when I realize that I can walk into the homes of my sister or some friends and not have them freak out because they didn't have time to clean- their houses are always clean. And I do sometimes wish that I actually wanted to eat fruit every morning after doing my 90 minute workout. But I don't want to. And if I actually do it, it's because I'm forcing myself to do it. See? Not perfect.
But like it or not, I'm me. I'm unique, thoughtful, helpful, and an incredibly hard worker. I pride myself on the being the fix-it girl. I'd rather spend an hour making a homemade card with love than actually picking out one from the grocery store. I'm funny and a tad on the crazy side. I love to feed and entertain people-a full house is a happy house. Just make sure you call first- because I guarantee I have to vacuum!
Monday, August 3, 2009
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