On crude humor
I confess…I laughed (inwardly) at the lady who passed gas during yoga last night.
I confess…I totally expect to pass gas soon in class because you know what they say about karma.
I confess…In an attempt to contain them and keep them from tearing my bathroom apart, I put the babies in the tub this morning while I got ready (just two feet away). I may have kept my bathroom clean, but one of them, umm, pooped in the tub when I wasn’t looking. So much for trying to save time. Next time, I will gladly take the other mess.
On being a domestic goddess
I confess… I have completed my yearly massacre of the fall porch mums.
I confess…I don’t know which looks worse, the dead mums or the rotten painted pumpkin.
On being overprotective and fiercely loyal
I confess…I stuck my nose in business that I shouldn’t have (despite my husband’s warnings to stay out of it).
I confess…I did it out of love and conviction (and a little bit of anger).
I confess…I should probably put myself on Facebook restriction for a while.
On being Super Mommy
I confess…I took two 17 month olds to an indoor bounce playground this morning by myself.
I confess…I fell down while trying to take two impatient babies up the big slide at the same time.
I confess…I was shocked none of us broke anything.
I confess…I didn’t learn my lesson because I tried a smaller slide, just with Emily, and again, I fell.
I confess…I am surprised they didn’t kick me out for negligence.
I confess…I would have left shortly after arriving if not for the sweet bounce house employee who offered to carry Drew up the slide for me—multiple times—or the friend
who watched her baby and Emily so I could chase Drew off the stool he was using to climb up to the water fountain.
I confess…I felt so bad about the rotten pumpkin that I stopped typing this post and went outside and disposed of the corpse.
One last one—
I confess…I am still not going to give my husband the satisfaction of saying he was right.