I suppose you thought that I forgot about finishing this little list? No such luck! It's not that I couldn't think of anything, but I just needed a break to remind myself that it's good to be a little different! So the 5th item on my list is that I am a woman of many excuses. I had a sneaking suspicion about this, but it was recently confirmed by someone (well, they outright told me I had too many excuses) so I can no longer deny it...I have an excuse for fairly well everything.
Here are my top excuses...
1. I need to buy a new car but I can't go because I don't have a guy to take me. (The truth...I'm just scared to go car shopping, and I have lots of friends with husbands!)
2. From Sept to May I can't take a weekend off because I need to be at the church. (The truth...I have a hard time releasing control of Sunday morning programs)
3. I would like to take an art class or learn a new language but it's too expensive. (The truth...I can afford it, I just don't want to do it alone!)
4. I have to buy mini-donuts every time I go to the farmer's market because they are a treat. (The truth...well, I have no excuse here--they call to me, draw me to the booth, they shout my name! Just like the mega-bag of cotton candy at Calaway Park...)
If I have a fear of something, or it's something out of my comfort zone, I'll make an excuse not to do it...and I didn't realize how out of hand it was getting. I'm not sure how to remedy something like this...other than acknowledge the fact that my excuse making is out of control. But I must say that the best excuse maker I ever met was a little guy who was only 3 years old. On one occasion, he was "helping" his mom rake the yard, and left the rake with the sharp ends up. And just like you would picture in a 3 Stooges video, his mom stepped on the rake and the handle cracked her on the side of the head. When she got mad at him, his excuse was "It's not MY fault...you weren't looking where you were going!". And once, he was in the bathroom having a bath while I was in the livingroom watching a movie (like any good babysitter...). I noticed that it was uncharacteristically quiet in the bathroom, so I decided to investigate (the last time this happened, he had covered himself in lipstick). When I entered the bathroom, there he was standing up in the tub in all his naked glory, holding a watergun in his hand. As my eyes drifted around the room, I saw that he had fairly well washed down every wall and fixture in the bathroom. His excuse: "It's not my fault...you let me have the watergun in the tub!" What can I say, I learned from the master.