There are things...
...things that many normal, well-adjusted adults do. Maybe all of America do these things but they are things that when I stop and think about it, I just don't do and some of these things never even cross my mind.
I'm not talking about life shattering things although when you read my list you may think, "Really Cathy? Really?"
But last weekend, as I tackled a project that I hadn't even considered doing since 2003, it got me thinking: what other things don't I do that many people typically do when they grow up?
The project in question? Cleaning my oven door.
I had not cleaned my oven door (the inside glass part) since it was installed in 2003.
Over the years, I vaguely recall thinking: I can't see through the door to what's cooking. Hmmm. What's on TV?
And that was all the thought I gave it.
Keep in mind I do have a modern, self-cleaning oven and yes, I've run the cycle a handful of times over the years. But the door? Meh. I simply adjusted my opacity expectations.
Once I had to have the oven fixed and the repair guy said, "You can clean that door with a razor blade," and I remember thinking, "Yeah. Right. I'm going risk my life to scrape off that muck? I don't think so."
Then last week, I was Googling how to really clean the Ceran glass cooktop (part of the oven I'm forced to clean weekly) when the term "painter's blade" came up.
Painter's blade? Dan, do we have a painter's blade?
Within 3 minutes, he produced a silvery object that holds, you guessed it, a razor blade.
All of a sudden I heard the voice: "You can clean that door with a razor blade."
And that's exactly what I did and now you can see the lasagna as it cooks.
It felt miraculous.
I felt so grown up. I did this!
I'm sure my mother is reading this thinking, "I didn't raise my daughter to not clean an oven door for 10 years," and perhaps she's right, but the reality is, she did. It's how I turned out. But it's certainly not any fault of hers. It's what I choose to do or not to do.
Here are some more things I don't do: I don't make beds (unless the sheets have just come out of the dryer or company is coming). I don't clean windows with any regularity. I don't have the cleanest bathroom in the land. I don't use bleach on my whites. Hell, I don't even separate out my whites 95% of the time.
I guess it goes without saying I don't have a cleaning lady. I wish I did but there are places where my dollars are better spent (read: therapy). So for the forseeable future, all these things I don't do, well, they remain firmly in the I Don't Do column.
It comes down to what you value. I do value time spent with my family versus time spent making every physical aspect of my life perfect. I do value those minutes I save not making my bed every day.
At the end of my life, I don't want people standing around at my funeral saying, "You know, she always made the beds and had a really clean oven door."
What are the things you don't do? And why?
By all means, use the comments as your confessional. I am all ears.