20 Worst Habits: PART FOUR

Welcome to the Final Installment of "My 20 Worst Habits." Did you miss the other shocking, self-revealing posts? If so, here are PART ONE, PART TWO, and PART THREE. I know you've all been waiting for the real nasty habits. Here they are. I hope you're satified with knowing my dirty secrets.

5. I'm a Pack Rat. I have saved every little scrap of art and piece of schoolwork me or my kids have ever done. I have one whole room dedicated just to scrapbooking. But now that I blog, I don't have time for it. Poor neglected stuff. If I ever die, Damian will light a big bonfire and toss the whole room in, with gleeful abandon. The guy who has hardly ANYTHING from his childhood and doesn't miss it a bit. Unfortunately, he hasn't influenced 4 of our children. Everyone, except Josh, is becoming my rival at saving JUNK and trinkets. We need help and the kids all want to call that annoying woman on CLEAN HOUSE to help me!! Luckily, they don't know how to dial long distance.

4. I hate grocery shopping as much as going to the doctor. Damian does most of it for me. You know what, hate isn't a strong enough word. I loathe and despise grocery shopping! It's a bad habit because we hardly ever have any food in the house and that rolls to #3:

3. I don't like cooking. It's the actual time it takes that bugs me. I never think about dinner until around 4pm and then it's too late to come up with anything good. My day is too busy to be bothered with planning and prep time before 4, I don't know how other women get to this chore. I know that I need to change my life style to accommodate healthy eating and joyful cooking.

I do like cooking with my son, Josh. He keeps everything from burning and doesn't let me miss ingredients in a recipe. I need to make dinner his responsibility. He can make out a shopping list, plan the cooking prep/baking times and make me a spreadsheet of how we'll implement his menu. Sort of like having a 4' personal chef, except I have to do all the knife work. And I'll get to sit back, watching a junior genius in his element.

2. I am an apparel SLOB. I take clothes off and throw them around the room like a teenager. My husband is the neatest, most orderly person in this universe and he is married to a total clothes looser. Poor, dear man. I wait until I have 5-6 loads of laundry to fold, all neatly piled in baskets along one wall of our bedroom. Then I call in "The Troops" and I manage their folding work. I really am a good manager of working children. I keep up on the washing, doing 1-2 loads first thing in the morning, but the folding comes in spurts.

1. I loose official documents. If you are related to me, you are nodding your head in exasperation right now. I am always trying to find my license and usually drive without it. There are weeks I can't spend any money because I can't find my debit card, license and/or checkbooks. I get a lot of purses as gifts, from helpful relatives. Then, I loose those. I barely found my passport in time to go to the Bahamas. And each year I have a Kindergarten kid I spend weeks finding their birth certificates/immunizations records. Finally, Damian took all those to his office, so I couldn't loose them again.

I don't loose library books, although I do rack up exorbitant fees because I'm not finished with my stack, yet! I don't loose fingernail files/clippers, or chapstick (probably because I have about 30 of each in strategic locations around the house). OK, FINE!! I've never lost a child and that's all that matters.

LASTLY, My ULTIMATE WORST HABIT is that I blog too much. I didn't want to put that on the list because I'm not ready to deal with this new obsession, just yet!