Long Live the Queen

I should be the crowned queen of starting things and not following through.  Bets placed among friends on the ability of one of them to carry through with something should be paid with money that has my picture on it; I am that much the monarch of not following through.  I do it, a lot.  Let’s discuss some of my crowning lack of achievements.  I have an afghan that I started probably about 15 years ago that is the size of a large scarf.  There is the baby bib that I began to cross stitch when I found out that I was pregnant with my oldest child (now 12), but to my credit I did finish that just before the birth of my last child (and she’s almost 2.)  We won’t say much about the bib that I then started while pregnant with her that was a zombie one.  (Really, it would have been perfect for her, she loves to bite people.)  I have the things that I bought to make a quilt; that’s all safely in a bag in the closet and not really beyond the purchase point.  I enjoy scrapbooking, I really do love capturing memories in a creative way, but the most recent scrapbook page I’ve completed is for the birth of my 8 year old son.  And I managed to do it, and kind of offend him because of how long it took, right around the time the youngest child was born, so I’m still two kids behind.  My children’s baby books are all incomplete to varying degrees.  My youngest, often referred to as “the girl”, is going to be so offended when she discovers I got as far as putting in her name and when she was born.  (Sorry kiddo, sucks to be the youngest.)  Then there’s this blog, which the annual postings don’t quite count as following through.

I shouldn’t be too hard on myself, I guess.  I’m following through on some things.  I’m still married.  I mean, my husband is a goofball, kind of a perv sometimes (although, as he likes to point out, only a perv towards me so that’s a good thing), but I still love him and enjoy being with him.  Still doing the whole mother thing, sure sometimes fleeing to a beach and living under an assumed identity sounds like a good plan, but I stick around.  I guess it’s a combination of I love the little goofballs, they are kind of cute, and I’m looking forward to when they have kids that drive them nuts and I will laugh, and laugh, and laugh, possibly snort, and laugh some more.  I also continue on with college thing.  I take classes, stress out over said classes, and lament about how I feel like I’m never going to be done and then have panic attacks over the amount of debt I’ll have once I do.  (Eep, panic attack now just typing about it!!)

So perhaps I’m just not good at following through with hobbies or fun things.  Maybe I just have to have demanding things, things that will insist on me paying attention.  This does explain my inability to keep houseplants alive.