Be smarter about small things

Really. There is always something to be smarter about. There are always new things to learn and, if not an entirely new thing, new ways of doing old things.

Some things I have been smarter about. Some things… not so much. I still misplace keys. Those heavy chunks of ice are always going to pose a problem. I currently have a load of clothes in the washer which are going to be super clean because they are on their 3rd wash.

Moppet now picks up after herself – mostly. With nudging. Okay, nagging. She cleans her own room. With, you guessed it, nagging. Hey! You show me a self cleaning model! I believe the non-existent kid manual states “nag and nag again until… well, for at least 18 years. Longer for even better results.”

Its all good, though. I’ve accepted that some things we get better at and some things just are. Doesn’t hurt to keep this as a goal simply as a reminder.

Putting my car key back on the damn key ring after idling it in the cold.

Finishing the shovelling of the heavy chunks the snow plow leaves behind before trying to back out of the garage.

Finishing what I’ve started before moving on to the next thing. Honestly, you’d think I have the attention span of a spider monkey. Now, what was I saying? Oh.

Helping Moppet pick up her stuff and putting the stuff in the stuff’s respective homes.

Remembering that there’s laundry in the washing machine before it takes on that funky smell from sitting damp for too many days.

You know. Little things that might make all the difference in how one’s day goes. Stuff like that.