Let me begin my saying how much I appreciated all of the encouraging comments I received after my last post on my unfinished Easter craft/baking/super-mom list. It seems you all like the imperfect me.
Because I know I can count on you, dear readers, for unwavering support and a knowing head nod, I feel like I can dump a few confessions out on this Friday, confident that you won't judge (at least not publicly)! Heck, you may even like me better.
I confess... it was easier to parent when my kids didn't have an opinion. In a time not so long ago, I could give them any toy in the car and they were happy. Now, they know exactly which one they are pointing to and that's the only one they want. And, it's always the one I can't reach. Emily and Drew have both started to say "I don't like it."
"Oh, yes. Yes, you DO like it."
"No, I DON'T like it."I confess...if it wasn't so darn exasperating, it would be cute.
I confess...we left the kids in the car, in the garage, with the windows down, to nap on Saturday. And, of course, the door to the house was open, too. We had a few last minute things to do for the house showing and we didn't want to run the risk of
having them destroy the house before we could leave again waking them up.
On roots, wrinkles, and other superficial things
I confess...I was glad when my hair stylist agreed my roots didn't need a touch-up. I saved the cash, and more importantly, I saved the time.
I confess...I used the time (and money) saved to get new make-up, which I really needed, especially the "Well- Rested Under Eye Concealer" and a lipstick called "Courage."
I confess...we are finally ready for tomorrow's family picture session. It's quite a chore to pick out coordinating, but not too matchy-matchy, outfits for the entire family. Thankfully, the babies' newfound opinion doesn't extend to choice of clothing--yet.
On blogging about--anything
I confess...I haven't blogged much lately because I haven't felt like I had much to say. Sure, I could post pictures of our trip to the strawberry farm or the 5K I did on Saturday, but part of me thinks, "Who really wants to read about that?"
I confess...I am torn between how much of this blog should be about us and how much of it should be about more general interest stuff.
I confess...I really want to write about some heavier stuff--what it's like to battle anxiety, how I am still mourning from our miscarriage, why I unliked a blogger's Facebook page. But, part of me thinks, "Who really wants to read about that?"
I confess...I normally keep up with comments either with a reply email or a return visit. I haven't. I've just been trying to keep up. With life.