Unimportant Aspects of Motherhood that I'm Not Really Good At

A small list:

1. Carrying Kleenex at all times. I do not do this. No matter where I go, I seem to end up with one or two children with runny noses and nothing to wipe them with save for the sleeve of my sweatshirt, which I try to use discreetly when no one is looking.

2. Driving Car carts. Car carts are those cute carts at the grocery store that look like a car. They are the most wonderful invention in the world since Ms. Crazy Preschooler can sit in the front and drive, while Mr. Slobber can ride in the basket near me and there is still room to haul enough groceries to feed a family for a week in the main cart compartment. Unfortunately car carts are extra long, and because they involve the word "car" it seems that my poor driving skills apply. I am constantly running into things in the grocery store: banana racks, meat freezers, stacks of boxed oatmeal, you name it. Today I nearly even toppled an elderly gentleman. He was, thankfully, very understanding.

3. Checking children for matching socks. Ms. Crazy Preschooler loves to wear crazy combinations of socks. Mr. Slobber loves to loose socks in the house. I leave the house without checking because socks are low on my priority list, and it never fails that wherever I am going I run into thirteen people who are concerned about the state of my children's socks. "Your baby has lost his sock!" "Oh dear, aren't his feet a bit chilly?" "Did your daughter dress herself today?"