- I don’t grow my own vegetables. After last year’s fiasco, I decided that no garden is better than a neglected garden.
- I don’t even buy vegetables from the farmer’s market. I wish I could, but they’re all held at inconvenient times and locations.
- I don’t shave my legs. Yep, it’s true. I’d like to think of this as a nod to the feminist movement, but the reality is that it’s actually a practical consideration – too much hassle.
- I don’t put my daughter in cloth diapers.
- I don’t read through my snail mail more than once a month, despite the peril of once almost missing jury duty.
- I don’t spend more than half an hour making dinner, and I certainly don’t plan meals in advance. Although, come to think of it, a little pre-planning would probably actually save time.
- I don’t complete house projects in an efficient manner. True story: it took me an entire year to hang family photos on our wall, and it was actually my mom-in-law who finally got the photos in frames.
- I don’t read the newspaper. I try to skim the headlines of our local paper, and I listen to NPR on occasion, but I wouldn’t exactly call myself a super informed citizen.
- I don’t fold and put away laundry. OK, sometimes I do. But more often than not, clean laundry sits in the basket for two weeks, before I’ve either worn it again or finally get around to putting it away.
- I don’t answer e-mails within 24 or 48 hours. Sometimes it can take me a week or even a month to get back to people.
- I don’t do a great deal of volunteer work. For 3 years, I’ve been meaning to help at the local trail maintenance days, and I have yet to actually show my face.
I often get asked how I balance being a mother, endurance racer and entrepreneur. I’ve talked a little bit about the techniques I use to keep life sane in previous articles, but I thought a more interesting question might be: what DON’T I do? Here’s a list of what’s gotten the ax...
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