What DOESN'T Work For Me
Several people sent in e-mails requesting this particular themed edition of WFMW. Evidently a good number of you have experience with things that don't work out well? Surely not.
Anyway, this week is your chance to share with the internet your lessons-learned-the-hard-way. Here is my own random assortment of non-working things:
Waxing. Technically speaking, this did work for me in the sense that the hair in question was indeed removed, but not before I screamed in pain and nearly threw the waxing-girl across the room. Never again. Never, ever again.
Putting a baby younger than six months old on anything resembling a schedule. My hat is off to those of you who managed to do it, but I always found it a little like balancing an octopus on your fingertips. Survival is the name of the game, and if that little creature wants you to feed him at 3 am while hanging upside down wearing polka dot leggings, then by George, you do it.
Yelling at my child that he should stop yelling so much. Ahem.
Thinking my purse is safe if it's locked in my car. Just in case I haven't mentioned it enough. DON'T DO IT!
Magic Erasers. I know some people swear by these, but I don't like how they get all slimy and soapy right in your hand. Give me a washcloth and some 409 any day.
Going to the grocery store without meals planned and an organized list. I still do this sometimes, unfortunately, but it never works out well, and entirely too many Little Debbies (and not enough green beans) seem to end up in my cart.
Garage sales. I've never found that they make as much money as the tax deduction you'd receive from just donating (and itemizing) the same stuff. And a charity gets some benefit as well.
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I love reading picture books aloud to my kids. But I'm terrible at reading aloud for long stretches (such as chapter books)--I start to sound way too much like Ellie Mae Clampett. I don't like to hear myself talk that much (my husband might beg to differ, but let's go with it.)
As you might imagine, I have purse issues on the brain.