Laugh out loud. And then, "Wait, really? Cause now everyone will think I'm not perfect which goes against everything blogging is all about, right?" Again, laugh out loud.
+you're too nice
+you're too beautiful
+you smell too good
Aw, so sweet. So smart. Well played, my dear. And as much as I'd like to leave it at that and withhold my perfect status (sarcasm), I will expand on my husband's list. The truth is:
1. I'm impatient. Since the beginning of (my) time, I have never liked "going through the process". My mother will attest to this. As will my sister. I like the end result but I don't want to do the work to get there. Throughout my childhood, this manifested itself in things like getting ready to go play in the snow but not wanting to go through the difficulties of putting on my gigantic gloves. Or not being able to get the double-knotted ribbon of my birthday presents untied. So I would
In adulthood, I just get super bummed when I don't get what I want, usually materialistic. Enter: #2
2. I'm selfish. This shows up in a LOT of areas in my life. Whether it's the fact that I never get to sleep in anymore or that I get upset when Mitch wants to clean the car on a Saturday evening instead of spend time with me. It's an ugly trait that I work my hardest at beating but I think it's only part of our nature as humans. Ick.
3. I procrastinate. And in turn, I cause myself great anxiety and stress. Like if I know people are coming into town, somehow I always wait until the last minute to get the house ready. And then I'm running around with a crazy toddler at my feet pulling down every towel I've just folded and going through every toy I've just put up. Unfortunately, I found out early in life (i.e. waiting until midnight to work on that project that is due tomorrow...help, mom!) that I work best under pressure. I've gotten a lot better over the years about doing things in advance. And I am the type of person that likes a "plan" and being organized. But procrastination just gets the best of me, a lot of the times.
So, there ya have it. Now I've gotta go take my car to get the oil changed...something I've put off for the past 2,000 miles since I now have 5,000 miles on the car. Oops.