One thing I hate and one thing I love
Something I hate: I had a visitor of the “drop-by” sort. You know, an acquaintance who knocks on your door at 10:30am because she was thinking of you? (Hopefully you don’t know about this type of behavior because you have better people in your life.)
Rule: If you simply have to drop-in, you must give someone a 30 minute warning before knocking on the door. This is enough time to a) change out of my bathrobe, put my hair in a ponytail and put on some lipgloss and under-eye concealer; b) put everything on the kitchen counter into the kitchen sink; c) put everything in the living room into the bedroom closet and shut the door; and d) turn off the TV and put on some classical music or NPR on the radio.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how much I hate surprise visitors to the extent that I had to start thinking about something I love in order to arrest the hate eddy I was swirling in
So, something I love: I love when moms and kids dress alike. I know it’s corny and precious, but I love it.
For everything I hate (songs with sirens in them)
I will concentrate on something I love (songs that use the word “rendezvous”)
Now you try it.