“I Do Not Care Club” Retirement Version

I have been watching TikTok lately. I enjoy the musings of the We Do Not Care Club, where millions of women going through menopause share what they no longer care about. I certainly can relate as a retired principal, mother, and grandma who has already been through that change of life. I literally laugh aloud as I listen to what they have to say.

If I had to make a list of things I don’t care about anymore, I would probably include the following:

I do not care that tomorrow is Monday, and I no longer have to suffer from the Sunday night scaries.

I do not care my grandchildren add to the clutter in the house when they come over.

I do not care that I have gray showing in my hair now. I earned all of them!

I do not care that my husband gripes from sunrise to sunset every day about how I don’t keep the house straightened. It will be there tomorrow, and he has two arms.

I do not care that I have not made my bed for several weeks in a row. I’m just going to get back in it tonight.

I do not care that I sleep until ten o’clock sometimes, despite my husband’s complaints. If he wants to get up and enjoy the sunrise, let him. I’d rather see the sunset and stay up until the early morning reading books or watching Netflix movies.

I do not care that someone is mad because I make a short trip to town to get an iced coffee. It bettered my day! Get over it!

I do not care that I did not use the monthly subscription to the car wash today. It’s raining!

I do not care that I do not pull my vehicle into the garage straight. I pulled in, so I know that I can back out the same way!

I do not care that dishes sit on the counter. Pull open the door to the dishwasher and put the plate in it. I’ll happily push the button when it gets full.

I do not care that I do not shave my legs more than a couple of times a year. You cannot see it. It’s blonde.

I do not care that I have three lunch dates with my girlfriends in one week. Who is counting?

I do not care that I forget some things. It is less to worry about most of the time. I write down the important things.

I do not care how much food my granddaughters consume as long as they are happy. They like grazing at granny’s!

I do not care what other people think of me and my decisions. I am done with that. This is the reason I have a puppy!

I do not care that I only fix dinner at home maybe once a week. I did three meals every day plus extra canning of vegetables and baking desserts, all my life. It’s time for everyone to just fend for themselves. They are adults.

I do not care that my friends are mostly older than me. I love their wisdom. They are there for me if I need them.

I do not care that my middle child is 41 and lives at home. She’s had a rough time health wise, but I think some feel she should be out on her own. She’s on the spectrum and has an organ transplant and cancer.

I do not care that some folks think I dress up to go to the grocery. It makes me feel good to dress nicely when I go out, even if it is the grocery store.

I do not care if the kids or grandkids call or text me day or night. If they want to talk, I do too!

I do not care what others think about my absence from church. I know that I pray and believe in God. I try to live right. God knows.

I do not care if I wear leggings everyday. They are comfy and I can move. It’s better than having my pants rip open.

I do not care that my husband continually points out every little thing my new puppy does wrong. She will learn! She is not perfect, and neither am I!

I do not care about who anyone voted for ever. That is personal and I think those who argue and spat about politics deserve each other.

I do not care that my husband wants to talk about the news 24/7. It’s all ok. I block it out now. I read the news…sometimes. I like staying in my own circle.

I do not care that my granddaughter “has an accident” by spilling rice out of a sensory bin, and the floor is covered. She did it out of curiosity and probably takes after grandma when spilling things.

I do not care that I spend more time than usual outside on the deck by the pool. I will be a bronze goddess. I earned that time!

I do not care that my desk is messy. It is a work in progress while I decide what to do with all my school things.

I do not care that I have anxiety. It’s mine. I can feel like that if I want to.

This is just a start.

Maybe I should also make a list of things I do care about, too!

Later…