Confessions

 Time to confess it all with Glamazon and Momarazzi.  Grab the cute button and confess away.


I confess:

• I've been reading more and it feels almost like I'm getting away with something.  
• Of course Bruiser hasn't told me to put down the book yet. 
•  He has told me to pause the computer though.
• And that I'm "Done Compuer!" 
• Pushy kid.
• We did the dreaded taxes last night.
• I hate getting the taxes done.
• It's just something I dread--even when it comes out in our favor.
• I avoided the dishes for the last couple of days.
• We really hadn't dirtied a whole lot so it was easy to do.
• I caved this morning and did them and ran the dishwasher--I put things I hate doing in there--plates, silverware, glasses, bowls.  
• I do the pots and pans myself, cause their big and mostly easy to wash.
• And our dishwasher is the most basic model going--hey it was the floor model so it was cheap when we got it.
• I also haven't vacuumed in over a week.
• The carpet in the living room could probably make a whole new animal, but I'm not going to look that close.
• Since we have company coming over for dinner tomorrow, I'll be cleaning like crazy tomorrow before they come.  
• But I'll probably still ask them to excuse the mess.
• I live with two little boys.  No matter how I clean the living room will look like a disaster five minutes later.

So that covers my confessions for this week.  Go confess for yourself--it feels good and all the cool kids are doing it (not to put any pressure on or anything).