Measuring distance. I can't eyeball anything and tell you how big it is. I couldn't give directions to the mini mart without looking it up because I don't know if it's one mile or three from my house. I can't convert from standard to metric. I don't know how many yards it is from here to there. And don't get me started on temperature conversions! I've always sucked at math and yes, you do need a little bit of it when you grow up. Or just have a calculator handy.
English. On the other hand, I think I do alright with the English language. I'm not a writer by any means, but I always aced research papers and I mastered legal writing. I know how to spell and could teach a class on the proper use of apostrophes! However, I constantly have to think twice about using who/whom and who's/whose. And sometimes I know when I'm supposed to use "whom" but it sounds so weird and fancy, I just don't do it.
Getting dressed. I would say three out of five times I somehow manage to throw on a hoodie backwards, so my face is in the hood. My roommates used to laugh at me hysterically. Jacob is so used to it now, he just shakes his head and walks away. I'm an idiot.
Cooking/baking. I hate cooking. I do it because I have a family to feed, but I would rather go out, order in, or let Jacob barbecue something. If I had the money, I'd hire a personal chef. It takes so long to prepare a meal then everyone devours it in minutes and I'm stuck cleaning the kitchen for the next twenty. And around here someone is always complaining about what's on their plate. I don't mind baking, mostly because the end product tastes so good, but it's not pretty. I make the biggest messes and even the most foolproof recipes come out looking all wrong.
Keeping clean. I keep a pretty clean house. Some even think I'm a little OCD when it comes to organization and tidiness. I make sure my kids never have messy faces or snot coming out of their noses. I won't tolerate crap in my car or toys left out in the yard. But when it comes to me, I'm a mess. I spill on my shirt just about every day then have to walk around with a stupid stain. I don't know where my motor skills went wrong, but I misjudge my bites or miss my mouth all the time. I even dribble water down my neck if I don't pay close attention to how I'm drinking. I'm a disaster.
Sleeping. First of all, I don't get enough sleep each night. I average five and a half hours and it's really something I need to change, especially as I get older. I also take too many naps. I know, I know, it's a terrible cycle. But what I'm really bad at is the actual sleeping part. What do you do with your arms?! I wake up in the middle of the night with numb limbs and twisted wrists and I'm so sore every morning. I wish I could lie peacefully on my back with my head resting gently on a silk pillowcase like a damn Disney princess.
Talking. I have a subglottic stenosis. It's a narrowing of my airway in the space right below my vocal cords and above my trachea. I usually call it a "tracheal stenosis" because people don't know what I'm talking about otherwise. I have dilation surgeries a few times a year, but have a hard time breathing every single day, even after those procedures. In addition, I constantly lose my voice. If I go to a concert or game where I'm screaming a lot, I'll be hoarse for weeks. I'm also raspy and strained after about ten minutes of continuous speaking or belting out a single song. (There goes my Broadway dream! Just kidding, singing is another thing I'm bad at.)