I’m sure you’ve all heard the saying: “Don’t sweat the small stuff.” And the completely illogical corollary: “It’s all small stuff.” Which is just ridiculous. Because if it’s all small stuff then there is no basis for comparison, so it’s all just stuff. I don’t know about you, but my stuff has sizes and degrees and gradations and– But I digress. Best to do that early on and get it over with.
Have any of you noticed that, if you ignore it long enough while you’re dealing with the big stuff, the small stuff just disappears? Well, OK, not always. But usually.
Though sometimes it has the annoying tendency to become big stuff. For instance, even though changing the litter box seems like small stuff, it very quickly becomes big stuff if you neglect it.
But there are all kinds of things that seem destined to blissfully remain small stuff almost indefinitely — that is, until someone comes along and oh-so-helpfully points them out.
Have I mentioned my DD19 is home from college this week for spring break?
I’m really not sure how I, of all people, managed to raise an opinionated, judgmental, vocal teenager. One who not only notices but delights in pointing out all the small stuff I have neglected lately.
I believe I could have gone months without knowing that I overlooked a few Christmas decorations when I was putting them away. Having them there on the mantle saves time next December, right? And those coupons I’ve saved in a messy pile on the kitchen desk. Does it really matter that they expired three months ago? And yes, I know the soup in that plastic container is too old to eat. Is it imperative that I remove it from the fridge the exact moment it becomes toxic?
Please tell me, what is the harm in having a cookie jar half-full of stale Oreos? It’s not like I’d eat them even if they were fresh. Don’t they have decorative value?
Whoever said not to sweat the small stuff did not have a teenage daughter. Spring break is over in a week. Think I can keep her out of my closet that long?
Good thing she can’t sneak a peek into my disordered brain — all kinds of small stuff wandering around loose in there. She’d be horrified.
So what do the rest of you do with your small stuff? It appears that ignoring mine is no longer an option.