Normal Things I Hate Doing

There are all things we hate to do on a daily basis. Small things that just suck. Here is a list of things I hate doing on a daily basis. Why? Because it's super interesting.

1. Getting gas: I detest getting gas. I ride the fumes as long as possible. Now that my car has one of those spiffy screens that tells you exactly how many miles you have before you're stuck on the side of the road calling your husband for help.

2. Showering: Now that I'm a mom, showering is just a pain. It's a race against time. While we're on the subject of showering, I pretty much hate conditioning too. Why can't my hair get silky soft with shampoo? I hate drying my hair too. My arms get tired and I sweat. Ugh.

3. Looking for remotes: When we lose the remote to the tv, I'll do a general living room/kitchen scan. If I can't find it, I either get on my laptop or I just push the button on the tv and watch whatever comes on. Kyle hides them now anyways. They were in the dryer last week. 

4. Wearing a bra: Yeah, I hate bras...any type of bra. I especially hate them now that I've had a child and my boobs are larger and droopier. Suck. Bras are tight, uncomfortable, and I just don't like them. I think wearing nursing bras or no bra at all the first few weeks of Kyle's life spoiled me. I wear one most of the time, simply to prevent my boobs from falling any further south. 

5. Small talk: I avoid small talk whenever possible. I mean, when people ask how you've been, you're going to say "great!" or "fine", and we reply with the general "oh good" or whatever. It's even worse when you visit your hometown and you see people you haven't seen in maybe a few years, and you're like, uh how much information am I required to disclose in order to seem polite? So stressful. It's easier to look the other way and avoid it all together. Besides...that's what FB is for.

6. Putting on mascara: Mascara is that number one make-up product I can't live without. I look like a creepy ghost of a person without it. It takes me like 20 minutes to pile on the layers of mascara I prefer. Ugh...I really want to use that brush on prescription that makes your lashes grow at a scary rate...but apparently it can change the color of your eyes and I like mine, thanks. I'll just keep globbing my mascara on and complaining about how long it takes me. Washing it off...oh good Lord don't get me started.

7. Changing diapers: My son is 32 pounds of muscle, and he HATES getting his diaper changed. It's like two minutes of complete torture on both ends. I take kicks to my face multiple times daily.

8. Putting clothes away: Yeah, I do laundry, but I hate putting it away. I don't know why. It sucks. I'll wash all day, and pile the clothes up. I'll even separate them, and maybe fold them into piles. But, getting them back into appropriate drawers is like climbing Mt. Everest. Hell, hanging up my "hanging" clothes is even worse. My dining room table is used more for laundry than food. I'd rather clean bathrooms than hang/put away clothes. I'm weird.

9. Getting ready for bed: I hate the whole night time routine. Putting on pj's, washing/drying my face, brushing/flossing, peeing, it's just time consuming at a time when I'm usually exhausted and I just want to go to freaking bed. 

10. Washing dishes: Yeah, we all hate dishes, but I reeeeally hate it. I can't stand touching plates and utensils that have already been used. If the high pressure from the sink faucet doesn't get rid of it, I'll throw it in the dishwasher. Cleaning pots and pans is completely gross to me...ewwww. 

11. Going to the bathroom: I'm probably going to start peeing my pants when I'm 50, because I hold my pee too much. Not to the point where I'm putting it off for hours, but I just get annoyed with going to the bathroom. It's always such an inconvenience. Like right now. I need to go, but I think it can wait 20, 30 more minutes. It's even worse after you have a child, and you have an audience anytime you need to sit on the freaking toilet. And then mid stream your son gets into the cabinet and starts throwing toiletries or unused pregnancy tests everywhere. Or, he flushes the toilet while you're trying to go. It's like have a bidet. I'm classy that way.