I confess… When I wrote yesterday’s post about pregnancy, I forgot to say to say things like how Ash was just as apprehensive as I was; he may want more kids but understands how heavy that actually is.
I probably also sounded like a little bit of an ass for saying I was relieved to not be…when some people can’t be. I’m sorry.
I confess… I accidentally blasted Isaac’s forehead into a doorknob. I was scooping him up during a game of “you can’t catch me” and when I turned to leave the room, I misjudged the distance between his head and the door. Man, what a gash.
I confess… I’m only going to work on Friday for two hours.
I confess… I don’t like typing on a laptop. Like right now.
I confess… This is the first confession I am writing Friday morning. The above were last night. And this morning, I am in a bad mood, for some reason.
I confess… I don’t know how to start feeling better but I know I have to before we go to the kids’ little July 4th party at school.
I confess… I think I’m getting old. No really. I am becoming so old-fashioned. I even find myself saying, “kids these days…” One day, I’ll be holding a shotgun and telling kids to get off my lawn.
I confess… All I really want to eat today is the biggest cheeseburger I can find and french fries by the ton.
OK, that’s all I got. Hope everyone has a great July 4th weekend!
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I am too old, my friends already call me the mean porch lady!
I’m jealous of your two hour work day (sheesh you’ve got me feeling jealous about everything in your life right now!).
Go get your cheeseburger, just make sure it’s a good one!
I told you I had PMS and you bring up cheeseburgers and fries? Now, I’m over chocolate and craving those!