Saturday, August 15, 2009

Hate to Hate

What if I loved all the things I'm supposed to? Yeah. Different. I wish I didn't hate this:

1. Dusting. But I do. I hate it. It isn't remotely satisfying to me to do it, or even to have done it. Just hate it. Too bad.

2. The MoTab Choir. Ack. I know. I am a bad, bad person. But I just can't get into it. With one exception: They do my favorite arrangement of "Battle Hymn of the Republic" - but I don't like to see them doing it. Something just doesn't sit well with me, there. I only want to hear it. And only that one song.

3. Fish. Not all fish, but most. I love seafood that comes in a shell. I can eat shrimp and crab and lobster till the ocean runs out. Scallops? Yep. Clams? Bring them on. But when I eat regular, swimmy-kinds of fish, I want very much for it to taste like something else. This is a flaw in my character, I know. And I also don't like meat with bones in it. Spoiled, much?

4. Babysitting. I love kids, especially mine. And I love having a houseful of neighbor kids. Right up to the point where they need something. Like many snacks. Juice I don't buy. Assistance in the restroom. Referee-ing. And don't get me started on the ones who come in, find the toy bins, and dump. All. Of. Them. Out. On the floor. Together. I wish I loved it. Bring your happy, polite, self-amusing kids over any day. And I'll take your newborns, right up till 6 months when they start whining ("eh-eh-eh" - oh, no. What do you want?) And if I decide I love babysitting anytime soon, I'll let you know right away. I have a disclaimer to put in here: if my kids will play with your kids, and everyone gets along, this is not babysitting. This is amusement for my kids, too, and I love it. I'm all over it. But when I am the one your kid wants to play with, that is when things get grumpy around here.


  1. You know, I'm getting a wee bit tired of saying "me too" to these love'n'hate posts of yours. I feel like such a wannabe/pleaser. But it's TRUE.

  2. I am a hundred percent with you on the fish and babysitting. ESPECIALLY the babysitting. I hate entertaining other people's kids. I'm cool sitting them in front of a movie until you get back from your errands and all, but they always want to TALK to me and I don't want to listen because I'm not nice.

  3. Amen sister! That babysitting comment is so exactly how I feel! It's like you took the words right out of my mouth! I love how your mind works. And thank you for blogging about it.

  4. So funny! Weren't you the super babysitter when you were young? I know, it changes with time - probably because your kids are so great, it is hard to put up with the not so great :)


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