Sucks for Me Wednesday

Ye 'ole Rocks In My Dryer is doing a little flip-a-roo this week. It's a "Doesn't Work for Me Wednesday."

Yeah, that doesn't really fly over here in my brain. Cause when something doesn't work for me, it totally sucks ... or slurps (for those who don't care for my use of the "s" word).

So, here's what has totally sucked for me:

Feeding my oldest daughter beef twice in one day. It comes back up sometime before midnight. It's like her new thing. Thankfully, we rarely ever eat meat anyway. However, this tends to occur more often when we're traveling. Yipee.

FlyLady. Don't get me wrong. I love her. I really do. I actually utilize a LOT of her stuff. However, the whole stinkin' system just doesn't work for me. In fact, some of it really sucks. I live in a home where the dire emergency clean-up happens on a rotating basis, and that has to be my main focus. You can't plan it. You just have to wake up and find out where something exploded (whether it be a child, a cat or life in general). I also suffer from depression, and if I look at my control journal - on certain days - I feel like a failure. So, I don't look. I just don't. And life is grand!

Regular coffee. I am officially a light weight. Has to be half calf or decaf. Otherwise, it eats at my stomach, gives me the jitters and makes me grind my teeth at night (even if I haven't had a cup in hours). I wish I were all young and tough. I'm not. I've come to peace with it.

Anything that hints of Ezzo. Been there, done that, burned the t-shirt in the middle of the night.

Garage sale computer games. They pretty much are never compatible with your computer once you get them home. The hard and fast rule is that the cooler they seem, the least likely they are to work!

Yelling. Doesn't work. Doesn't work for your kids. Doesn't work for your husband. Doesn't work for your friends. Totally doesn't work for the guy at the McDonald's drive-thru window.

Balanced Meals. I strive to give my family a balanced day's worth of food. If I try to balance out every meal to look like the food pyramid, I would be jumping off a cliff by noon. We eat three meals and three snacks. I provide healthy choices. Throughout the day, I dance quite nicely through the old pyramid. At dinner I usually have a much bigger array of choices so everyone can get their fill of whatever little Blokus portion of said pyramid has not yet been covered. Otherwise, I don't sweat it.

Beds. I'm not anal about everyone only sleeping in their beds. Sometimes kids get scared. Sometimes they have a bad day. There are many mornings when we wake up to everyone camped around the edge of our bed ... or one of them was up during the middle of the night - couldn't sleep - and crashed eventually on the sofa. We just all sleep where we fall. We have a general rule that we prefer everyone to try starting the night in their own "crib," so-to-speak, but beyond that, anything is fair game. When I stress over it, I only add to the stress that is already there and the whole reason someone is not sleeping well in their own bed. So, I let it go. It's not a big deal.

Nail polish. I've weaned my toes and fingers from polish. I'm too much of a granola girl to really care. The only reason I kept it on my toes all the time is because they always had a hue of yellow because ... well, because I always kept it on! Upon learning the guitar, I had already given up on the whole finger thing. So, this winter, I weaned my toes from polish. I'm happy. Very happy. My feet would not make a magazine spread, but I save lots of time and money. I've fallen in love with my quirky little piggies.