Things That Make My Life Harder (That I Continue to Do Anyway)

There are a lot of things in my life that make it harder than it needs to be.

And the worst part is… most of them are my own doing.

Not intentionally.

Not because I enjoy the chaos.

But because, for some reason, I keep making the same decisions and expecting a different outcome.

Buying more things when I already have too much is a big one, especially when it comes to the kids, because I’ll look at something and think “that’s really cute,” fully aware that we do not need it, and yet somehow it still ends up coming home with me.

Leaving things until later is another classic, because in the moment it feels like the easier option, but then later arrives and suddenly everything needs doing at once, which is exactly what I was trying to avoid.

Saying yes to things when I’m already overwhelmed is something I don’t seem to learn from either, because I’ll think “it’ll be fine,” knowing full well it probably won’t be, and then act surprised when I’m stretched too thin.

Starting jobs at the worst possible time also feels like a talent at this point, whether it’s deciding to reorganise something late in the evening or beginning something that clearly won’t be finished in one go, and then living with the half-done version for far longer than I intended.

Not putting things away properly is another one, because it takes a few extra seconds in the moment, but those seconds somehow turn into piles, and those piles turn into entire areas of the house that I just… avoid.

Thinking I’ll remember things without writing them down has never once worked, and yet I continue to trust myself like I haven’t already proven otherwise.

And then there’s the classic of expecting the house to stay tidy while four kids are living in it, which is less a mistake and more a level of optimism that I probably need to let go of.

None of these things are new.

None of them are surprising.

And I am fully aware of every single one while I’m doing them.

But will I stop?

Probably not.

Because apparently making my own life slightly harder is just part of the routine at this point.

And honestly, I’ve accepted it.

It’s not efficient.

It’s not ideal.

But it is… consistent.