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The Fitted Sheet Complex

The Fitted Sheet Complex

There are things in life that I'm just not good at.

Not only that, but my desire to actually get better is so small that its almost laughable.

I call it my fitted sheet complex.

For the life of me, I cannot figure out how to fold a fitted sheet. When I go to a house and see this pristine linen closet where you can't tell the straight sheets from the fitted I am literally in awe.  How do you DO that!?

I've *sort of* tried to learn over the years.  Even with this fascination, my own attempts never come out better than the picture above.  I even re-did that baby TWICE to get a good photo.

I am fully aware that if I really wanted to, I could watch a bunch of videos tear through my closet and become the best sheet folder this side of the Mississippi.  But honestly, I DON'T CARE.

I don't. I don't want to waste the hour or two it would take me to figure this out, and I don't mind that I'm not good at it.

Once I coined this "complex" it helped me wrap my head around so many other things in my life that I don't care to be good at.

I'm not good at learning the correct lyrics to songs. And I don't care.

I'm not good at having fresh baked goods at the ready in my kitchen (though I do wish someone would put them there for me).

I'm not good at coming up with cute gifts for teachers and holidays at my kids' preschool.

I'm not good at counting calories to get a six pak....because, chocolate.

I'm not good at figuring out how to store technology and different file types (why can't they all be the same?!). I'm not good at uploading and labeling family photos.

I'm not good at organizing all of my ideas and working through them methodically.

I'm not good at self promotion.

All of these things (and so much more) simply elude me, as does my desire to improve at them.

But that's OKAY. There is not enough space in my brain to try and be the best at everything, and really, I don't have to be.

I have passions and work hard at those things. I figure, if I can become one of the best at the things I do love and care about, and so does everyone else, we can balance each other out

I can go to an actual baker and buy some delicious muffins. I can work with a PR firm to help me with promotions. I can have someone who is passionate about computer technology set up my files. I don't need to do it all.

So when that other mom makes incredible personalized Valentines Day cards for the Pre-K class again with a clever Pinterest-worthy saying, I'm not going to lose sleep over it.

I'm going to buy the little generic cards, make my daughter write her name on every one and scotch tape a Hershey kiss to it. Done.

All while I'm over here happily stuffing *folded* sheets into the closet.


Ignore the Dust

Ignore the Dust