I try to do many things with my family (so, so, so many things says my overstimulated ears and scribbled agenda book).
But other things? I have to tell you. I have blatantly disregarded. Given up. Failed to attempt.
I have "intentionally ruled out to increase the simplicity of our domesticity". But really, I've just shrugged them off and live vicariously through friends who shine in these areas.
I love to talk about this with absolutely everyone I know. It's a refreshing conversation that flips the typical parenting narrative on its head.
Let's talk for a minute about the things we DON'T do. Won't do.
I'll go first.
I don't keep track of developmental milestones.
For instance, I have no idea when my babies get teeth. I'm usually alerted by well-meaning friends and family as they exclaim, "Wow! Look at that tooth coming in!". I smile and nod- and promptly forget. I have no idea what order they came in, no idea what behaviors I should attribute to teeth over plain cranky baby. No idea. They all have teeth. We're very proud.
I don't remember my kids first words, phrases, sentences. I don't know how old they were when they rolled over, crawled or walked. I just- applaud in delight then go start dinner. My kids all have a baby book but the details are vague at best. I'm sorry guys. Momma loves you, and I remember you all as wonderful babies.... but the details escape me. I can make something up if it would make you feel better. Let me know.
I do not stretch palates with interesting cuisines.
We have a loose idea that we'd like to raise kids who don't order a burger off the kids menu everywhere we go. I want them to sit comfortably eating sushi and thai food with us... I want them to try a new dish without commotion... but I've pushed that to the back-burner in favor of simple kitchen clean up, easy recipes and family favorites where I hear no complaints. I hope we get there one day, but this post will serve as proof that I have really, really dropped this ball.
I don't do home decor.
We have the furniture you'd recognize as standard suburban fare, but nothing is special or trending or matching or cleverly mixed. Looking around, the only thing I see that we bought new is our kid-sized table and chairs. The house is clean enough but unimpressively "decorated". I often think to myself that I should "finish" rooms, call someone in to do built-ins, refresh table linens... but I never seem to get there. It's something I think I *should* care about more than something I *actually* care about. So there we are. Instagram is not going to come calling on my home. HGTV might like a crack at it, though.
I don't do elaborate school projects or costumes (ugh- costumes).
I don't go to craft stores and spend money on school projects. I hate the idea of one-time-use materials that end up in the trash in a month- and I feel doubly so about costumes. I can occasionally get everyone handled for Halloween, but even that, I do sort of grudgingly. If you have a themed party for my kids, they'll find something in the dress up box- that's it. I'm not buying anything. If you have a themed costume party for adults, I'm not coming. I'm a stick in the mud, and I know it.
There's more- but I love this question- what DON'T you do? Do tell.
But other things? I have to tell you. I have blatantly disregarded. Given up. Failed to attempt.
I have "intentionally ruled out to increase the simplicity of our domesticity". But really, I've just shrugged them off and live vicariously through friends who shine in these areas.
I love to talk about this with absolutely everyone I know. It's a refreshing conversation that flips the typical parenting narrative on its head.
Let's talk for a minute about the things we DON'T do. Won't do.
I'll go first.
I don't keep track of developmental milestones.
For instance, I have no idea when my babies get teeth. I'm usually alerted by well-meaning friends and family as they exclaim, "Wow! Look at that tooth coming in!". I smile and nod- and promptly forget. I have no idea what order they came in, no idea what behaviors I should attribute to teeth over plain cranky baby. No idea. They all have teeth. We're very proud.
I don't remember my kids first words, phrases, sentences. I don't know how old they were when they rolled over, crawled or walked. I just- applaud in delight then go start dinner. My kids all have a baby book but the details are vague at best. I'm sorry guys. Momma loves you, and I remember you all as wonderful babies.... but the details escape me. I can make something up if it would make you feel better. Let me know.
I do not stretch palates with interesting cuisines.
We have a loose idea that we'd like to raise kids who don't order a burger off the kids menu everywhere we go. I want them to sit comfortably eating sushi and thai food with us... I want them to try a new dish without commotion... but I've pushed that to the back-burner in favor of simple kitchen clean up, easy recipes and family favorites where I hear no complaints. I hope we get there one day, but this post will serve as proof that I have really, really dropped this ball.
I don't do home decor.
We have the furniture you'd recognize as standard suburban fare, but nothing is special or trending or matching or cleverly mixed. Looking around, the only thing I see that we bought new is our kid-sized table and chairs. The house is clean enough but unimpressively "decorated". I often think to myself that I should "finish" rooms, call someone in to do built-ins, refresh table linens... but I never seem to get there. It's something I think I *should* care about more than something I *actually* care about. So there we are. Instagram is not going to come calling on my home. HGTV might like a crack at it, though.
I don't do elaborate school projects or costumes (ugh- costumes).
I don't go to craft stores and spend money on school projects. I hate the idea of one-time-use materials that end up in the trash in a month- and I feel doubly so about costumes. I can occasionally get everyone handled for Halloween, but even that, I do sort of grudgingly. If you have a themed party for my kids, they'll find something in the dress up box- that's it. I'm not buying anything. If you have a themed costume party for adults, I'm not coming. I'm a stick in the mud, and I know it.
There's more- but I love this question- what DON'T you do? Do tell.
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