img_0423Making excuses. I guess this is one that we can all relate to, at least all of the people that I know. I have to admit that some of us are better at it than others. Looking back at my childhood I remember that there were lots of opportunities to practice the art of dodging commitments to my chores. I had a younger brother, a couple of littler sisters, and there were always the “other people” out there that I could drag into the conversation when needed. My mother was a lot smarter than me tho, and usually she caught me up in my excuses, or sometimes downright fibs. No one could get past her for very long. She had that way of looking at me straight on, and then I would know the jig was up, and time to change my story.

As I grew older I think that I got somewhat better at it. There was usually a reason why something hadn’t gotten done on time, that I could manufacture. This is really not something to brag about, it is just that there were so many reasons that made sense, at least to me, that I could think of.

Fast forward, marriage, four children, a house to take care of, a part time job to go to five days a week. Now I had legitimate reasons to have excuses, all anyone had to do was look around and see that of course, I couldn’t do everything. Some things just had to get done, and the majority of them did, and I forgot about excuses, just did what I had to do.

Now here I am, one husband, me, a house to take care of, and that is about it. What reason can I make up for not getting things done now? What has to get done does, and the rest will wait until tomorrow. What is that, you say?

What is my excuse now? I have the perfect one. Just ask my fellow writers.  We are all Retired!!