- Why can’t I leave the house when I know there are clean clothes waiting in the dryer to be folded, clean dishes waiting to be unloaded from the dishwasher, or beds waiting to be made? Yes, I know they’re not actually “waiting” — but my warped OCD mind actually imagines I can hear them calling to me — “Melissa, help! We’re not as we should be! Rescue us from this state of disarray!”
- Why do I thrive on procrastination? When will I realize that scoring one (relaxed) run per inning might be preferable to a stress-induced grand slam in overtime?
- Why can’t I eat just one cookie? Or, for that matter, two or three? Why must it always be half a dozen? When I get the gigantic head-sized Chocolate Chipper from Panera, why am I physically incapable of breaking it in half and saving the rest for later?
- Why do I find it difficult — no, not just difficult, IMPOSSIBLE — to just do nothing? Why can’t I ever just chill on the couch and watch TV or snuggle with a baby without simultaneously working, paying bills, scrubbing a stain on the carpet, or addressing Christmas cards?
- Why do I chew 10+ pieces of bubble gum every day? What am I, twelve?
- Why can’t I shake this “all or nothing” mentality? Logically, I know that spending 20 or 30 minutes working on my novel is better than nothing, but my evil alter ego always chimes in with “What’s the point? If you don’t have at least 2 hours, it just ain’t worth it.” Same holds true for lasagna, cookies (see above), and shopping.
- Why do I spend the least amount of time doing the things I truly love, with the people whose company I enjoy the most?
- Why am I obsessed with stalking celebrities on Twitter? Do I really need to know what Kim Kardashian is having for lunch (sushi), Taylor Swift’s lucky number (13), or why John Mayer can’t find love (brooding borderline bisexual)? Yes, I need to know. I MUST know.
- Why do I instinctively look for drama in the most trivial events? Abby bringing 16 valentines to pass out to 18 pre-schoolers probably doesn’t warrant a mini heart attack. On the flip side, why do I downplay real, legitimate crises and dangers? (I know the answer to that last one: to annoy my husband.)
- Finally, why am I blogging about myself when a dozen deadlines are suspended over my head, hanging by a quickly unraveling thread? Probably linked to the answer to #2.
10 Things I’d Like to Know…
Thu, Feb 11, 2010
- 10 Things I'd Like to Know...
- "Miss Pattycakes"
- Spring Sentiments
- Homegrown Games
- Full Circle
- Schoolbus "Friends"
- Terms of Endearment
- Autumn Musings
- A Nose for Disaster
- Seen & Heard...
- Carrie Poole: I honestly think you and I were seperated at birth...
- Bethany Curee: I so enjoy reading your stories Melissa- you are s...
- Calvin A. Hale: My eighteen-month-old twins take their diapers off...
- Mandy: And I'm blessed to be related to all of you!!...
- John: "Rare breed of genius'....I like that....
- Rules of the Road??
- “Just stop with all the emotions!”
- 38 hours…
- The Gender Nap Divide
- Checking the Bag
- 3:00 Dinners
- Dreams
- Repeat after me…
- Spring Sentiments
- Abby-isms
February 17th, 2010 at 3:01 am
I honestly think you and I were seperated at birth…. I am so all of those things!!! Don’t worry….were just special…and our families would fall apart if we were not that way!!!