120825 Prompt

I could do a lot less worrying. If I were smart and paid attention to everyone around me, I’d learn a few things from them, and stop worrying. 

Maybe then I could start doing more of the things I want to do.  Need to do.  Was designed to do.

Are we talking about chores?  Well I could do a lot less laundry if I didn’t have a teenage son who loves to throw his clean clothes on the floor or lay them on a chair or table until I call for dirty laundry again and since he can’t remember if they are clean or dirty, they must be dirty, so he brings them back to the laundry room.

I could do a lot less dishes if same as laundry, and also, I have a teenage daughter who loves to make mug cakes and London Fog, and all the frufru things that make being a teenager fun. 

I could do a lot less shoveling and scraping.  Because we live in Iowa and it is wintertime, and first season dear season which means that even though my husband just had a tirade last week about how I have been taking over the “outside” duties and he doesn’t feel he “gets” to do the things he loves to do outside, I am still stuck doing the outside things around here because he has “better” things to do.

I could do a lot less baking and cooking.  Because if I were here by myself, I could just survive on frozen pizza and cereal.  Those were the good old days – when I had no one’s nutritional needs to worry about and I could just eat whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted.  No hormonal needs to consider, no metabolism lag to worry about.  Just skinny me and a big ol’ bowl of milk, sugar, and honey nut Cheerios.

In  the spirit of self-awareness or self-improvement, I could do a lot less complaining.  I could start shrugging things off and just get busy “getting over” things.  But where’s the fun in that?  What? no tension in my shoulders? No dystonic lock ups in the right trapezius? No tightened jaw and popping mandible?  Oh the places I could go if I could just quit complaining and start getting over.

Who am I kidding? I could do a lot less of a pleothora of things.  But I won’t.  I’ll do more, because I’m a “do more” kinda gal. 

Good luck writing your prompt today – or good luck doing less.