For one, I didn't go to Arizona on Thursday. I didn't fly there for a vacation to the heavenly warm and sunny weather of Scottsdale, Arizona. Do you know what else I didn't do? I didn't then fly on to Cabo San Lucas on a lark because there was nothing better to do. I didn't go sightseeing or hit a beach or have a lovely dinner while staying at an even lovelier hotel right on the water. My mom did... but I didn't.
I also didn't spend Friday at work. I didn't get up, get ready and mingle with adults while earning a paycheck. I didn't feel like I did a job well done while I went from task to task completing my responsibilities that actually required brain power and I didn't leave at the end of the day feeling like I got things done and spent my time doing worthwhile activities. I didn't do that. Mark did, but I didn't.
I didn't do my mother proud by becoming the next Martha Stewart on Saturday. My Dad and Grandmother came over for dinner and I cooked and baked a cake. I didn't even come close to making a cake that looked like something people would actually want to eat. My Mom made my Grandmother's cake last year. It looked professional. I bet you can look at the pictures and guess which cake is this year's and which is last year's. Mine looked like a dome of dog poo with tack-a-riffic sugar decorations that I bought at Meijer. It didn't look professional. My Mom's cake did... but mine didn't.
I also didn't cure cancer, finish the book that I have like 10 pages left to read, fix America's economy, get the mail, glance at my to do list, find Osama Bin Laden, finish my current Netflix movie "The Women," pay bills, clean up the mud tracked in by my eight dog feet, buy groceries, or dye my roots. I did take care of two sick boys and go without sleep for three days straight. Its never a good thing when the things you didn't do are vastly more interesting than the things you actually did do.