If you’re new around here, confessions is a time for us to all unburden ourselves of the silliness we’re feeling at the moment. I share dumb things, then you share dumb things, and we all have a better day because of it.
Let’s get started!
“Drive-thru” culture is huge in the Pacific Northwest. I’m not talking about fast food, but rather drive-thru options at small local coffee stands, pharmacies, banks, and even places like dry cleaners. When we moved to Los Angeles, I was shocked at how often I had to get out of my car to run errands.
A fantastic side-effect of all these drive-thrus is that most of them keep a dish of dog treats by the window for four-legged passengers. It makes me so happy to be behind a vehicle and see dog noses popping out of open windows “asking” for a Milk Bone. We don’t deserve dogs.
In my excitement over Bennett starting kindergarten, I forgot about my nemesis of primary education – the dreaded Reading Log. I don’t fault teachers for doing these, as reading is vastly important for a child’s development. But I hate.the.reading.log.
When Jack was in K-3, the reading log involved listing everything the child had read that day. It was so silly. But thankfully, Jack read so much in class when he was done with his work, that after a few weeks his first and second-grade teachers told me I no longer needed to submit reading logs for him.
This agreement was in place as long as I never told anyone that we had made that deal. Oops. Snitches get stitches.
Bennett’s kinder teacher (whom we LOVE) just has us color in a little icon on a worksheet anytime he reads 20+ minutes during that day. We no longer have to list the name of the books, but there is something in my deepest soul that makes me want to shred that reading log.
When I scheduled my mammogram, the woman from the imaging center told me not to wear deodorant that morning or use any lotion. I quickly said “no problem” and hung up.
It was only moments later that I realized never in my life have I put lotion in or near my armpits. Is there an entire hygiene practice that I am missing? Have people secretly been laughing at my dry pits behind my back? “Oh, there goes desert pits Cook again”.
Bennett’s school has a large open enrollment population (including us). Kids who are openly enrolled must provide their own transportation; there are no busses for these kids. The school’s parking lot is also tiny, so to avoid congestion and because of Covid restrictions, we must drop off and pick up the kids in our cars.
This results in a very long line of cars out on the shoulder in the roadway. To avoid this, or if you have somewhere to be right after school (like we do), you line up 20-30 minutes early to get a “good spot”.
There are multiple vehicles that get there super early and idle the entire time. The ENTIRE TIME. That’s 20-30 minutes of directly violating the “no idling” sign that is present.
I realize that some vehicles, like those with diesel engines, have a harder time turning over quickly. But I cannot see a reason why a diesel vehicle has to idle for a whopping 30 minutes. Can’t you just turn it on 3-5 minutes before the bell rings?
Dear appliance manufacturers. If you put a button on your product that says “60-minute speed wash”, it would be lovely if the cycle actually took 60 minutes, and not two hours. Please and thank you.
Ok, friends, your turn! What do you need to confess?