Confessions

Confession #1
No baking happened on Tuesday.
Even though I said it would.
I didn't actually bake at all this week.
Until yesterday.

Instead of baking Tuesday
I organized our junk drawer.
(That makes it sound like we only have one.
I wish.)
I organized ONE of our junk drawers.
Took me 3 hours.
That's silly.
But now I hear angelic music in my head.
Every time the drawer gets opened.
It's lovely.
Brookie says it will stay that way for a week.
I am determined it will stay nice for 8 days.
Just to prove her wrong.

Confession #2
I want my hair to be long again.
Right now.

Confession #3
I've only been on pinterest once.
Months ago.
And I didn't get it.
And I still don't.

Confession #4
Here's probably the real reason
I haven't tried too hard with pinterest:
I'm afraid I'll see all this amazing stuff.
That all these amazing people are making/doing.
And I'll get dissatisfied.
With myself.
With my crafty skills or lack thereof.
With my decorating skills or lack thereof.

Confession #5
The other morning I figured out the year
each of my kids would graduate.
And now I'm on the verge of tears
everytime I think about that.
I love that they are growing up.
And hate it.

Confession #6
I am wasting time writing confessions.
Because I'm putting off cleaning my house.
Friday is cleaning day.
And I don't want to get busy.
But it's gotta be done.

So I'm off...

Oh...
But first...
This.Jobie loves to help his daddy get ready in the morning.

And now.
I'm really off.
To dust.
Vacuum.
Scrub sinks.
And toilets.
My glamorous life.

Is there something on pinterest
about how to scrub toilets?
Or
How to scrub toilets
AND look good at the same time?
Or something like that.
Maybe that would get my interest.
Ha!

On Christmas Music

And poo.
And Christmas past.

On Christmas music:
I like Justin Bieber's Christmas song.
Under the Mistletoe.

I also suddenly like Last Christmas.
Wham's version.
I've never liked that song.

Something odd is happening to me.

On poo:
Jobie while sitting on the commode the other day:
Mommy, I bet Everett is pooping right now too.
(Everett is a friend of his from church)
Who thinks things like that?
Pretty sure I've never had that thought.

Although...
one of my friends and I
would weigh ourselves before and after
we did our business.

Is that too much information?

On Christmas past:
Our first Christmas at this house.
We just wanted one picture.
Without Jobe sucking his thumb...or crying...or sucking his thumb...or crying...I remember at the time getting so frustrated with him.
Now these pictures make me laugh.

Funny how in the moment I can get so irritated.
Seems stupid now.
But then, so does my poo story.

I was 10.
And 10 year olds are weird.
And immature.

I am nothing like that now.