Do not, no matter how unfairly you feel you've been treated, write a blog post about bad reviews you get on your self-published novel. You will be crucified. And it will hurt.
Don't sign your nine-year-old up for Little League unless you're cool with spending 3 to 5 cold evenings a week sitting on hard bleachers, eating beef jerky for dinner, and then having to wrangle a cranky family into bed way too late.
When it gets to the point that the bi-weekly arrival of your organic vegetable box starts to stress you out, just cancel it. You will feel immense relief.
If you see a relatively cheap ticket for a flight to Shanghai, buy it. It may be a long time before three figure fares come around again.
Don't fool yourself into thinking you can garden, because you can't. Nor do you really want to.
Going gluten free will overjoy your GI tract. All will be calm and quiet. But don't try to get away with eating fake bread and buns. They're gross. GF brownies, however, are your new best friends.
You probably would've been better off not buying those Insanity DVDs at the school auction.
Take your glasses to the grocery store. Your near vision is failing you terribly and ingredient labels look as legible as squashed spiders.
Laser hair removal in the bikini area hurts almost as much as a wax. The results are alarmingly neat, though, and it is worth it.
If you need a hug from your daughter on a school day, go ahead and stop in for one. She's thrilled when you show up, but she won't be forever.