I am one of those people who, if she is only getting a glass of milk or a dab of creamer for her coffee, leaves the refrigerator open while she gets a glass, pours the liquid in question and reseals it. I do it at work too. I do not, however, leave the water running while I brush my teeth.
I am also one of those people who doesn’t care very much if her house is dusty and needs vacuuming, except when I am lying on the floor and realize how thick the dog hair is. I also don’t care if crap piles up in unorganized piles on our kitchen table and the breakfast bar. But I do regularly clean my kitchen countertops with an antibacterial cleanser, put dishes away out of the dishwasher ASAP and cook dinner almost every day.
I am one of those people who likes to be right. A lot. But I am learning to be wrong. Sometimes. And, this weekend, when I snapped at my husband for no reason, I stopped and said, “hey, that was mean, I’m sorry.” See, I’m growing as a person.
I am one of those people who likes to be liked and needs to be needed. I also hate confrontation and make my husband do all the hard stuff, like firing our insurance agent and talking to our neighbors about the lack of upkeep of their lawn and the dead tree that might fall on our house with the next stiff breeze. I didn’t used to be like this – before I was married, I handled my business by myself, all independent-like. I have no excuse now.
I am one of those people who tries to be nice all the time, but sometimes I think I am secretly snobby and judgmental. But I’m working on it (unless I can think of a good snobby, judgmental joke – then all bets are off).
I have a lot of faults, but I still like myself pretty well. I’m a good mom, mostly. I am loyal and smart and a very hard worker. I have a decent sense of right and wrong and mostly do the right thing. I love my family, even when I don’t like them very much. I have a heart for animals. As always, I am a work in progress.
I wish I had better fashion sense, though. I am jealous of the stylish people.