Confession Time

As I write this, I’m eating icing out of the tub. With a baby spoon (somehow this makes it better in my mind. Tiny spoon=not as bad for me. Don’t ask). I secretly wish we had cable because I like all of the kid shows (like iCarly & stuff). I like to lay the wrong way on my bed (with my head at the “feet end”) on top of the blankets and then I bring in a whole other blanket to cover up with while resting my feet on the mirror of our headboard. People (if they ever came into my bedroom) would wonder why there are footprints on it. I recorded myself on my cell phone one time singing just to see how bad I am (I already knew I was bad). Funny part? I had the radio so loud you could hardly hear me! lol I hate cleaning my ceiling fan. It’s so gross. I usually put it off until little balls of dust start flying off of it. Sometimes when I’m in the car, I pretend I can’t hear when my children say (for the hundredth time) “Hey, mom?” I just sing along with the radio & figure if it’s really important they’ll keep asking. I sometimes tell my husband that I salt the popcorn when I didn’t.