Fail File

If you are anything like me, you’ve found yourself wondering why you put up with things that are less than acceptable. After all, on the whole I’m a highly effective person.   I’m a college-educated, successful professional and mother.  I pay my taxes.  The lawn gets mowed on a semi-regular basis.  Maybe that’s why I’m surprised when I occasionally take a step back and find that I’m living in ways that are just not good enough.
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Most often it’s a small thing that I’ve ignored far too long.  I turn a blind eye to a cluttered kitchen or a broken door handle.  I live with peeling wallpaper or an under furnished bedroom.
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The pattern is that I ignore the broken thing or unacceptable situation until one day I wake up and realize how unacceptable it is.  Then I spend the next week complaining to anyone who will listen (translation: my husband) about how completely unacceptable this broken thing is and what we (translation: my husband) should really do about it.  Finally, after about a month or so of worrying and complaining loudly I finally get around to doing something to improve the situation.
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My most recent example is our family minivan.  I drive this car everyday but on weekends it becomes the family mobile.  That means that my car collects an entire family’s trash, toys, and clutter in one small space.
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Don’t get me wrong, I realized after our last road trip that the car needed to be cleared out.  I just ignored it.
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And a week went by.
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Then I noticed that I had accumulated a couple of soda cans in the car.  I ignored those too.
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And another week went by.
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(Do you see where I’m going here?)
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One morning I realized that Peanut was having a hard time getting into the car.  When I came around the side of the minivan to see what the problem was, I realized that she not only had to hoist herself up into the car but she also had to climb over the toys littering the car floor to get into her car seat.
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I am not proud.

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Once the denial was shattered I was able to see just how bad the car situation had gotten.

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I’m happy to report that the car was cleared out and cleaned up just in time for our next road trip, where it got absolutely trashed again.  Sigh.

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So I ask you, friends,….what is in your fail file? 

 (And if you don’t have anything in your fail file, HOW are we friends?)

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