So here goes, another week of confessions:
*I have a love/hate relationship with Girl Scout Cookies. I love them. But hate that I can't just eat one. Once the box is opened, they are gone. My weight loss journey is put on hold...until the cookies are gone. (which won't be long since I eat them non-stop.)
When I got married, my goal was to always be able to fit into my wedding dress. Right now if I put it on, I think I would need the Jaws of Life to get it off.
*I hate the sound of people brushing their teeth. Helping the kids brush their teeth each night almost puts me over the edge. Then having to listen to Marcus brush his teeth is too much. The swishing, slobbery, nastiness is just too gross. Then the spitting of the toothpaste and spit...just thinking about it gives me the creeps. I can brush my own teeth no problem...everyone else is just gross.
*Since my last week's confession, I have rocked at keeping my house clean. My sister was floored that I actually posted the pictures of my kitchen and Emma's room. It's my dirty little secret that I am slowly becoming more accepting of.
*Working from home is not all that is cracked up to be. Drawing the line between work time and family time is tough. Last week I was on a phone call regarding pictures, the timer to dinner was going off and Emma kept yelling "Fart is a funny word, huh Mommy." After that night, I decided that come 5:00, no more work phone calls. It's bad enough that I made the kids frozen pizza for dinner that night, but burnt frozen pizza is much worse. I'm still trying to find the balance between working and all my mommy duties. I don't know if it exists, but I'm determine to try to figure it out. "Let mommy work" and "I'm busy right now" are two phrases that I have used way too often the past two months. There has to be a better way than my current system...or lack of system is a better way to look at it.
*I'm not a good "Soccer mom". I am so tired of watching Christian play basketball. He has practice every Friday night and a game every Saturday. He loves it! I'm ready for a break though. He only has two weeks of basketball left, but then it's soccer time. Then as soon as soccer is over, it's baseball. Emma only has parents day once a month for the last ten minutes of dance class; that is more up my alley. I'm horrible, I know.
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