Since blogging and the hearty ideals of Instagram tend to show a fancier vision of what a person is REALLY LIKE, I wanted to be a bit more fun and share stuff that I am spectacularly BAD at. I’ve shared my Top 10 Life Achievements and 30 Facts ABout Me before, but not exactly the nitty gritty, yucky stuff I’m not particularly awesome at. (Thanks Linda for the great post idea!) Without further ado, here’s some…

-I am a super organized and neat person (I must make the bed each day and nothing can be on my counters), but I am not a great house cleaner. I like to wait until things are embarrassingly bad before I give in and clean it. My kids’ bathroom currently looks like a gas station urinal, my shower is badly in need of scrubbing, and I can see the crumbs underneath the kitchen island as I speak. My neatness tends to hide this fact from folks, but if you look close (please don’t!), my house is a horror show.

-I am really bad at returning phone calls and calling those that I love. I talk to a few people a lot, but for a lot of others I forget to call and text and can be a touch reclusive. Sometimes after all my blogging work is done, and I’ve carted the kids all over God’s green earth, the last thing I want to do is hop on the phone and talk. I think about those I love and how much I should call them a lot more than I actually talk to them. 

-I’m not the mom that gets on the floor and plays with her kids a lot. I hate pretending to have tea parties and building Lego masterpiece’s. It is mind numbing to me. I also don’t like when they ask to help in the kitchen (it is so much faster to make dinner without their “help.”) I will gladly take a walk with them, sit outside while they play, read them books, or cuddle with them and watch a movie, but PLEASE don’t ask me to pretend anything. I’m also NOT a crafty mom that makes amazing homemade birthday cakes, or creates scavenger hunts on a rainy day, or comes up with creative snacks for school. Just, no.

-I asked my husband what I’m bad at, and he just said driving, so HA! (Though I say he has road rage and is too aggressive when he drives, so there’s that;)

-I’m not a good activity planner. I love organizing the packing and logistics of a trip, but prefer my husband to come up with the ideas and book the boring parts of it. Hotel reservations, driving details, and other stuff like that? I hate it and avoid it like the plague. 

-I’ve had a 10 year journal for a month or so and I am already really behind on it. I find myself scrambling for a week to remember what on EARTH we have been doing and I have about ten years of this to look forward to. Journals and I DO NOT mix. I like the idea of it, but executing it has been a bit more than my mind can handle.

-I’m a really bad procrastinator. If I know I have time to do something I prefer to wait until the absolute last minute to get it done. I never read my book club books until two days before (if that), and anything else I can put off I will. This carries over to my house cleaning philosophy, obviously.

-I hate clutter, so I often go into fits of throwing stuff out and giving loads of things to Goodwill, only to find out that I actually NEEDED that scrap of paper with the directions on it, or that thing I donated.  I think moving a lot in the military, plus my overwhelming need to gain control in my life, has made me want to have the least amount of stuff possible. This backfires on me a lot. 

-I’m horrible at sending birthday cards, or baby gifts, or anything like that. And if I DO send them, they are majorly late. Again, I THINK about doing it, I plan on doing it, but my execution of it is lacking. I have a couple of friends that have had babies lately and, other than a text or short phone call (or Facebook message, to be honest), sending something is probably not going to happen.