Don’t sit there and judge me, you plum tree, just because I haven’t gotten around to cutting off all your dead branches (or those of your cousins the apricot and hazelnut trees).
Don’t judge me stupid little plastic cup that sits outside of the boys’ window and stares at me every time I open or close the shutters. I might suspect you’re accusing me of a determinedness about my slovenliness.
Don’t judge me lawn that has become a savannah of wheat – there are just too many clumps of crabgrass to pull up.
Don’t judge me weeds that grow up amongst the carrots …
… or that pop up amongst the herbs. It’s not my fault that I mistook the rogue stinging nettle for a parsley seedling and that it bit me in the nose when I lovingly inhaled it’s herby scent. Are you surprised that I mistrust your intentions and have no desire to go near you anymore?
Don’t judge me raspberries just because I’m less enchanted by the idea of picking you this year. To be honest, with the big drought we had, you’re far from seductive and you’ve had your fair share of attention last year.
And stop staring at me forlornly, you kiwis that are left hanging because we’ve had no time to build the lattice arch for you to climb on.
Did you ever consider I might have more important things to do? And you have the nerve to make me feel guilty anyway.
Don’t judge me dirty sock that’s glued to the ground underneath the picnic table. It’s not my fault that my children fling their articles of clothing willy nilly and I don’t find them until after a rainstorm.
And don’t judge me box of pictures that are sitting in a box in the living room, waiting to be hung. Even if I did know how to work the cement drill, I’m sure Sir would have something to say about the way I hung them.
And just because I have the fatal combination of the perfectionist and the undisciplined
doesn’t mean I won’t eventually get to you.
So there. HA!
Love it! The weeds ad a beautiful shade of green! The cup could have been an art installation – I have seen worse!
man, you are surrounded by judgy vegetation! But at least you have cute comic book characters to keep you company 😉
Aaah … sigh. This made me chuckle.
Who can notice all those chores when you have those cute comic book characters running around? I love it!
Ah, yes, the weeds are judging me too, and the cup(s?), and the shirt I just found sitting limply where I watered yesterday. Yes I watered, but my grass is dying, so my normal benign neglect became too dangerous. Hmmm… Maybe I too am an undisciplined perfectionist? But, I’m pretty sure only one of those is accurate.
Well done, you. 🙂
I’m off to hang pictures now….
That little sock is the cutest thing ever.
(don’t judge me for thinking forlorn footwear is adorable. it just is.)
Perfection + lack of discipline = loveliness.
(plain and simple.)
The perfectionist and the undisciplined – EXACTLY! Oh, this hits me right to the core. It’s the photos – the pile-up of photos that always gets to me.
Hope you’re well, mon amie!
I wouldn’t tend to them either- so judgmental! Clearly, your time was spent on better things!
You are brilliant!!!!! I love this post. And I will never judge you! NEVER.
p.s. (Forlornly is now my new favorite word – and I must use it 10 times today!) Really love this post, my friend!
This post soooo jived with me!! Thanks for writing it 🙂
and to all you taunting her- you’d better run since your time will come just like it did for the cup!!!!! 😉
This is real and so true…we can’t always be perfect and sometimes it’s perfect to be imperfect 🙂
I once walked into the house of an acquaintance- she had three small children- and the place was perfect. Pristine! Thinking about my own messy house (and the fact that I only had two kids) I asked her how she did it. She said, very seriously, “I am really hard on my kids. I hate mess.”
I decided I would live with my messy house. Undisciplined perfectionists rule!
I feel the exact same way. No perfect houses for me. (Although it would be nice not to step on rice and sit on chicken grease).
No judgment AT ALL. I have a laundry list myself.