I don't knit.
I don't crochet.
I rarely make plans for play dates with other kids even though I know Martin loves them and I enjoy them too.
I don't fold Martin's clothes. They are just stuffed in a drawer.
I rarely invite people over for dinner, even though I think about it all the time. I always come up with excuses. Example: my sister has been in town for over 4 months now and I still haven't had her over for dinner.
I have a bad habit of writing thank you notes and then leave them on the table without stamps for a week or two before I send them. There are three sitting there right now.
My kitchen table is always a mess.
I have three bags of clothes that have been riding around in the back of Jared's car for over a year that need to go to Goodwill.
I was given some maternity clothes about six months ago and they are still sitting in a pile next to my bed. I wear them, wash them, and throw them back in the pile. Is it even worth finding a home for them now?
I plan to go outside with Martin most days, but we only make it outside 2 or 3 times a week.
I don't serve vegetables with each meal.
I broke the coat rack on our entry wall because I was too lazy to hang up coats in the closet and hung too much weight on the wall and it fell off.
I haven't early voted yet even though I have meant to every day for the last week. I need to do this before the baby comes.
This is right before dinner. Martin wanted crackers and all I would give him was an apple. He threw himself on the ground and cried.