We all have our quirks. A handful of my more quirky habits are things I DON’T DO that are socially acceptable — encouraged even — to do. I don’t feel guilty and neither should you!
Here are five things I choose to skip out on:
1) Pamper my guests
We usually entertain at least once per week and it’s almost always BYO everything. As a matter of fact, other than making sure our house is not a total disaster area, I do not pamper guests at all. I’ve got my reasons:
- I don’t have the time, money or energy to provide elaborate hors d’oeuvres and cocktails in a spotless home. Seriously, if it requires an unplanned trip to the grocery store then count me out.
- I want people to feel like they are at home when they come to my house. Our guests come in through the garage, may or may not wear pajama-esque clothes, and help themselves to whatever they feel like eating or drinking. Most our friends know and appreciate the routine by now. Some are even so comfortable as to leave the toilet seat up (you know who you are!).
- I want to enjoy myself too! We love having people over, but your relaxing time is the same as mine — so I’m not going to spend it refilling your glass!
If you entertain often, not having the pressure of being a perfect host is a great way to eliminate stress. Try it sometime!
2) Put away the laundry
I’d say there’s a 50/50 chance of whether each fresh load of laundry I do is actually going to be put away. It’s completely normal for our clean clothes to live nicely folded in our hamper until we dig them out when we’re ready to wear them again. Meanwhile our dirty clothes, which should be in the already occupied hamper, sit in a pile on the floor because I have nowhere else to put them.
Y’all, I’m a working mom. My evening and weekend priorities are playing in the sprinklers, having drinks with friends, and enjoying snuggle sessions on the couch while watching Mickey Mouse. Putting away the laundry just does not always make the cut, and I’m honestly totally fine with that. Living our best life means placing a priority on the things that make us happy — and whether my socks are in the drawer or the hamper really doesn’t matter one bit.
3) Wash my hair
Ok so obviously to say I don’t ever wash my hair is an exaggeration, but I would venture to say I wash it significantly less than what’s “normal.” Doing my hair is definitely my biggest pain-in-the-butt part of getting ready, which is why I typically only wash it 1-2 times per week. Gross? Maybe, but I love it.
Not only does not washing my hair save me at least a couple hours per week, but it’s also actually healthier for my hair (and yours)! I use heat on it less often and I’m not constantly stripping my scalp of its natural oils. And as a bonus, having stuck to this routine for a few years, my hair doesn’t build up any kind of grease until at least the end of day 3.
By day 4, dry shampoo and low messy buns are my best friend. I’m able to keep myself looking perfectly presentable while also freeing up some weeknight time to sip a glass of wine and stalk people on Instagram.
4) Use cuss words
Yep, you read that right. Other than your basic “crap” and “sucks,” which I’m told don’t even count, I do not cuss. Don’t get me wrong — I don’t judge people who do. I just think growing up in the land of Southern Belles (Texas, y’all!) and having an angel of a mother have shaped me into the woman I am. As a result, cussing never felt natural.
In my early twenties it started to feel childish to use words like “A-hole” and “dang.” And I definitely still have moments of sheer anger or frustration that I wish I could just drop a major F-bomb and relieve some tension. But the times I’ve tried (yes, tried) to get myself to cuss I’ve really struggled with it! Exhibit A: This photo from 2014 in which I’m covering my eyes, counting to three, and balking at trying to get the F word out. I did eventually say it but felt totally guilty afterword!
The moral of the story is that cussing just isn’t “me,” and the people who matter most love me even more for it.
5) Eat ketchup
What started as a childhood dislike eventually turned into a fear of one of America’s favorite condiments. This is likely my strangest eccentricity and I don’t really have a great explanation other than pure disgust.
Of course, I was blessed to be married into a family of people who will eat ketchup on just about anything! Fortunately and unfortunately, having a little ketchup-loving son of my own (maybe there’s a gene I don’t know about?) has caused me to face my fears more than once.
Unlike some of the others, this quirk actually makes life LESS convenient. It’s a constant reminder that the things that scare us aren’t always things we can put on a shelf to be forgotten. I’m sure it sounds so silly to anyone who doesn’t have an irrational fear, but it is something I have to actively work on. Seriously though, BBQ sauce, mustard, and honey are way more delicious people — just sayin!