It's CONFESSION DAY. Buckle up.
I think there are a couple things you should know about me.
It's really hard for me to talk about.
I mean...these are SERIOUS confessions (ok maybe not really).
Can you handle it?
I DON'T WASH MY FACE EVERY NIGHT.
Gasp! (I told you it was serious) Ok...sometimes I'm just TOO tired. Sometimes I'm just TOO lazy.
And sometimes I will get my face wet and then change my mind and go to bed. Oh man.
Working on it though...slowly :)
I AM TERRIFIED OF BEING ALONE IN MY HOUSE AT NIGHT.
I never used to be. I don't know if it happened after I got married or what, but I hate it. If my husband goes out of town (which is often) I usually go stay at my parents house or BEG my sisters to come and stay with me. I just feel like something terrible is going to happen to me. EVERY little noise I hear I assume is some crazy psycho ax murderer coming to get me!! I think that's super realistic, don't you? :)
This was me the other night at my parents (sleeping over, watching a movie)
cause I was too scared to stay home alone.
I FREAK OUT IF THERE ARE NO TOILET SEAT COVERS IN PUBLIC RESTROOMS.
This one time, I walked into a seemingly normal (but very FULL) public restroom. Grabbed the only stall available. Started to unbutton my pants, and then..it happened. NO TOILET SEAT COVERS! And only enough toilet paper to do my biz. What's a girl to do? Yup...squat it up! But...my thighs gave out and I fell onto the seat. The very warm seat. I may have let out a tiny squeal of disgust.
Scarred me for LIFE.
Scarred me for LIFE.
I can't help it. I would rather HOLD it than use a toilet that doesn't have toilet seat covers!
I OBSESS OVER EVERYTHING I DO AS A MOM.
This is actually a serious one for me. Once I became a Mom last year, I began to obsess over EVERY little thing I did with him. Am I teaching him enough? Am I giving him the right foods? Is he having all the fun he should be having? Am I spending enough quality time with him? Are we reading enough books? Is he supposed to be talking WAY more than he is at this point? It goes on and on. I'm sure one day I'll realize that what I'm doing IS good enough, and not to let it bother me. But at this point I'm not quite there yet.
I mean...he looks pretty happy...so I guess I'm an ok Mama :)
DO YOU HAVE A CONFESSION YOU WANNA SHARE WITH ME???