People usually look at giving up like it’s a bad thing.
Sure, at times there’s something to be said for persistence, but on the flip side there’s also something to be said for knowing when it’s time to throw in the towel.
“Never give up,” they’ll say.
Sometimes giving up is the smart, reasonable, downright necessary thing to do, and honestly, I do it all the time in just about every aspect of my life.
I’ve given up at home, mostly with the laundry.
Oh, the laundry.
Ah! The Laundry!
I think we all have things in our lives that can be a source of discontent to varying degrees. For me it’s the God-forsaken laundry, and I’m not exactly sure why. I just hate it. If I had to guess it’s because it’s so perpetual and I’m never caught up – ever.
At least it’s clean and folded?
(Don’t answer that)
And that’s not the only thing around the house that I’ve given up on.
With three kids, I’m pretty much convinced that it will be decades before I can have anything nice. For now, I’m barely distressed that most of my furniture looks shabby chic. Get it?
No, no. There’s no reason to feel bad about all the scratches and dents when I can easily just give up and start covering my stuff in vinyl.
Yes, like Grandma.
Last year, after fearing the destruction of my nice kitchen table, I began buying vinyl tablecloths. This last one was all the store had in my table’s size. It’s ugly, matches nothing, and is covered in cocks (thanks, Kelly Anne for pointing that out on FB)…but it cleans easily and without damage to the table so I don’t care.
Of course, even the vinyl looks good compared to what I did to the couch one day. This one might be tap dancing on a fine line between giving up and breaking down.
But it doesn’t end with my stuff. Some people might argue that I’ve given up on myself too. That’s what one Facebook follower said when I put up this status on Tuesday: Yoga pants are the new black.
Many of you agreed with me, but of course many of you have a sense of humor.
One person, however, told me what needed to be said, which was that I should “get dressed” because no “diva” dresses in Yoga Pants.
So I took her thoughtful advice and I went yesterday in search of something that would still give me comfort, but be a little more diva-like (ha, ha I can’t even type that without laughing).
I wonder what she’ll think when she sees me in my brand new Pajama Jeans.
Cause let’s be serious, it doesn’t really matter what you’re wearing when you’re scrubbing toilets and battling the monster laundry pile.
And honestly, giving up never felt so good.
What about you? Do you ever give up? Leave me a comment and let me know! I love hearing from you!