I almost never get caught up on laundry. (I could easily remove the word “almost”)
I almost always plan on changing out of my workout clothes, shower and put on nice daytime clothes, but it usually doesn’t happen until bedtime, and then I just put on PJ’s.
I will NOT eat another Goldfish Cracker. I have overdosed on those little, crunchy, orange fish. Makes me gag just thinking about them. UGH!
It would be wrong to think that just because I truly LOVE being a stay-at-home mom, I don’t ever wish I could be working in an office, having stimulating adult conversation instead of cleaning up sticky hands and sorting dirty laundry. (I know I am lucky to be able to stay at home, but sometimes the grass looks a little greener on the other side.)
Character flaw: I am hoping my husband won’t read this one, but I am a bit of martyr. I tend to tell everyone I will do it all, and won’t let anyone help me. But then when I get overwhelmed, I almost demand sympathy, or an extra pat on the back for my great sacrifice. Man, that was hard to admit.
There are more days than not when I wake up feeling as though there is something more I am supposed to doing. It is a rumbling inside of me that I can’t fully describe. It is a feeling of subtle … Read more