Today, I weeded my garden.
Correction. I didn’t just weed my garden, I weeded 1/3 of my entire yard.
As I was weeding, I thought through all the parallel’s weeding has with my daily life:
It’s difficult work.
If you aren’t paying attention, you can uproot something valuable with your weed.
Sometimes, you can mistake a good plant for a weed.
Sometimes, you can mistake a weed for a good plant.
Sometimes, the root doesn’t come up with the top because it’s buried so deep.
I don’t want to look that closely at the mess.
I had ALL these great things to write about in my blogpost… but then, I got here and decided I was tired.
So, instead, I’ve decided to make this post about you.
I hate weeding. I would rather take a BB gun bullet to the leg than weed. You may find this interesting since I love cleaning as much as I do.
ANYWAY… what do you HATE doing?
Let’s get your brain going. Here are some examples I’ve heard:
Washing your windows.
Going to the dentist.
Paying bills.
Talking to your neighbors.
Making sure your socks all have partners.
Calling your mother back.
Stretching.
Emptying the lint from the dryer.
Conducting a scientific study of polymer synthesis and it’s effects on the world.
I hate talking on the phone and waking up. I also hate trying to talk on the phone while I’m waking up. Don’t call before 9am. Ever.
I hate humidity.
who talks on the phone as they’re waking? that’s weird.
humidity is yuck. i can do hot weather as long as it’s dry.
I hate weeding. I hate cleaning my house. Feel free to come clean mine ANYTIME.
I hate having to set my alarm clock – I’d rather wake up when I’m ready… whether it’s 8am or noon.
so… there’s no consistent time of waking up for you? i wake around the same time every day.
And risk waking up earlier than I need to?!? Blasphemy!
First thing that pops into my head is that I hate giving Lyla a bath. Mostly because she hates it. She cries as soon as her bum hits the water and by the time we’re done, all of five minutes later, she’s screaming as if she’s enduring horrible pain after being denied food for too long. It’s torture. Plus, bathing an infant is a lot harder than it looks. That lovely soft baby skin turns super slippery with soap and water. I actually won’t do it without Jason’s assistance now because I’m afraid that she’s too big to handle on my own.
But, I love the end result. For whatever reason, after a bath she passes out within half an hour and sleeps like a rock. She was still asleep when I left for work this morning after a good scrubbing last night. Five minutes of torture for 11 hours of bliss. And she’s a much happier girl after a good night’s sleep.
i rarely bathe the kids. brian does it. when they were newborns, we decided since they were nursing that THAT would be the time daddy would bond with them. and he did. it’s just what we do now
That is genius. Now, if only I could talk Jason into bathing Lyla by himself. Hmm…
I hate folding my laundry.
do you just have a clean pile and dirty pile then?
i go in spurts. i don’t actually mind it. it’s finding the time that is crazy.
I hate being in a place where people care more about themselves and their knowledge of truth than sharing the eternal love of the One who first loved us with those that desire it more than we know. Um, did I just rant on your blog?
no rant. but you just took us deeper!
love it.
I hate hate, but not more than I love love.
I hate being 4,500 miles away, but not more than I love being 3,000 miles closer than we used to be (slow steps to closing the gap…)
I hate uncertainty, but not more than I love knowing God’s got it covered.
I hate how much my Mac dislikes your comment box. Seriously. Does anyone else have a problem where using the mouse pad at all in this space makes the cursor click back into the Website box above???
look at you, mr. glass-half-empty-AND-half-full.
i am not having a problem with the website.
You know me…all bases covered
And ever since this new theme, my Mac has disliked the comment box. I think I’ll stick to commenting from my phone.
Yes, it annoys me. Whenever I use the mouse it takes the cursor to the website field and I have to tab over and use the arrow keys. Annoying. Never had that issue before (or anywhere else).
ahhhh – not just me then!!!
Dishes. The heat. The dirty water. The scraping, and missing, of the food into the trash can. The way I can’t answer the phone or help my children.
The way they only need something when I’m washing the dishes.
Dishes.
dishes have a way of looking like the most impossible task. i hear ya!
Cleaning the bathtub. It’s just so…hard. (Yes, I’m whining.)
I KNOW!!! i just get in with barefeet and clean it. it’s less awkward for my small little body. that way, i get put some back into it
I hate that I’m starring at the HUGE pile of laundry that needs to get done right now and I’m AVOIDING it like the plague. It’s so much more fun here! haha!
Love,
Chief Procrastinator
i’ve been looking at laundry too. i need a maid.
Laundry.
Most especially matching socks into pairs. So much so that there is a laundry basket full of unmatched socks sitting in the laundry room.
i hate that. do you buy your socks in all the same brand and style? that ends up helping me with my house full of boys. i just have to dig through sizes.
I hate doing the bills because all the payments remind me of mistakes I’ve made managing our funds in the past.
i hate doing the bills because i don’t have enough to pay the bills. HOWEVER… once i pay one, i DO feel like, “ahh, one is taken care of. thank you Lord for covering THAT one.”
I hate flies and junebugs.
Cleaning toilets.
Running out of Nutella
Being the one “the joke’s on”
best list ever, nats!
i’m not sure i’ve ever seen a junebug. i don’t mind cleaning toilets… but i keep on top of them twice a week so they don’t get too putrescence-ish.
as for being the butt of the joke… how do you do with pranks? cuz i likey pranks.
Me no likey. My hubs and kids thought it would be funny to dump cold water on me in the shower. Um that didn’t go over very well.
I hate cleaning.
I hate not sleeping.
I hate heat.
sounds like all these things make you a grumpy prudy!
laundry. dishes. housework in general. (but I love to fluff.)
I loathe talking on the phone. Correction, I loathe CALLING people on the phone, when a text would work just fine. (Drives Adam NUTS)
I really really really don’t like talking to people I don’t know. In that I don’t like to be the initiator of conversation if we are not acquainted. I am not an effective greeter at church. Even when the pastor occasionally says “go and greet someone you didn’t come with” I will either just sit there and wait for someone to talk to me (I’ve usually just come off the platform anyways), or go and talk to a girlfriend.
nothing fixes the look of a home better than a good fluffing.
i don’t know what that means, i just thought i should say that to you.
Fluffing… making prettiful.
Adam nearly had a fit once, when Bethany was supposed to be cleaning her room but was “decorating it” instead. Coz I do that. And he’d rather it clean, before it was pretty
So with you on the calling/phone thing. Texting, emailing so much better.
Also with you on the talking to people. I pretty much do that exact thing.
the only time i call is if it will take a shorter amount of time to discuss than to text back and forth. otherwise… just leave a message. all my vm’s go to text anyway.
i too don’t like chatting it up with strangers in mass group settings. however… i think it’s because i can’t do surfacey too long. i like smaller environments. but i DO love meeting new people. so many amazing people in the world.
Once the intoductions have been made I’ll talk to you like I’ve known you forever. It’s just the approaching I don’t like. Twitter made social interaction so much easier for me
OK, I have to reply to this even though I don’t know you. Heh.
I used to be like that, I used to not want to talk to strangers, to anyone. Then in college I started working in newspapers (I have a communications degree with a journalism emphasis) and after more than a decade in newspapers where my job is essentially to talk to strangers and often ask them lots of questions no one else is willing to ask, I have become that annoying person who will talk to anyone in just about any setting. It’s this curiosity I have and my job has emboldened me in all aspects of my life. It drives my poor husband crazy. The exception is that I am not one to go talk to my neighbors. I think after living in apartments most of my life, I have adopted the attitude of it’s better to just ignore your neighbors for safety and mental health reasons, even though we live in a house in a nice, quiet suburban neighborhood outside of Seattle now.
Jenni and I are a good example. We went to school together for years. I don’t know that we ever had a conversation then. Shame, too, because we have so much in common. But in the past two years, thanks to Facebook, we’ve had more conversations about all kinds of things than I would have ever expected. Crazy weird but in a good way.
… when I am the only person available to get the really big spider on the wall
… when the toilet overflows and no one noticed it right away
… missing surprise visitors, because I did not hear them at the door (deaf)
… walking 1 lap, using a cane, and being passed 11 times by the same runner
… not yet even 50 and being judged as too old to be considered relevant
… the lengthy paperwork and psychology of an insurance appeal process
… how challenging it is to find people to pray with on a consistent basis
… catching myself being envious too often
BTW: my Mac is fine with your comment box
what a specific list, melinda. how frustrating those must be.
i’m praying with you in these things… and we NEED to have a visit soon. i miss your sweet smile.
1. drinking from a straw
2. Stoplights when I am in a hurry
3. Advertisements placed on my windshield
4. Bedcover stealers
5. grumpy people
#3… i’m totally with you!
but i LOVE drinking from a straw. sorry
I have never commented on your site before tonight. And this is sorta deep next to the laundry, dishes, rolling the trash out…..or worse forgetting that it was trash pick up day and have to go ANOTHER week with a pile of packed garbage.
But right this moment, I hate that sometimes relationships don’t work out. I wish that God’s love and peace would always “fix” things. I am willing, but others are not. And this gives me a gut ache.
i love that you commented, heather! i hope you do it more often. this is a GREAT comment!
i wish i knew the right answer about why relationships don’t always work out. i, too, have lost a few key relationships… however, i HAVE seen and experienced God’s love and peace amidst the chaos. in my hurt, God seems to be even more present… and of all the relationships in the world, my relationship with God is the most important. on the same note, God also gives up hope, and i have seen time and time again God restoring relationships many thought were dead.
please let me know if there are any more specifics i can pray for on your behalf.
on a lighter note: i’m totally with you. i HATE missing garbage day. we’ve done it more that once here in the Clayville household. boo.