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True Confessions

Amy at Among Women has a dear, funny post today, all about owning up to the nitty-gritty truths in our real lives. In other words, what you read here in our blogs is often the best of our best ~ the things that make us happy, the things we'd like to share. There's a whole world of information we keep safe under wraps ~ it is, perhaps, not always flattering, nor fit for the public arena. :)

So, in the spirit of full disclosure, I'm following Amy's noble lead and sharing a few "dirty secrets" of my own:

  • As I type I am eating cold macaroni & cheese from a mug (because all the bowls are dirty).
  • An added bonus: this is not my macaroni & cheese ~ it is Earlybird's leftovers.
  • I don't have a pile of laundry to be folded on my bed. I have piles of laundry to be folded on my bed.
  • I'm on the computer waaay too much.
  • I think - no, I know - I talk too much.
  • I fret over what others think far too often.
  • I take too many pictures through the window, and not enough out in the field.
  • I just sent my oldest off to read to my youngest so I could have a few minutes peace.
  • My middle has an open wound above his right eye from a (plastic) sword wielded by my oldest this morning. Should look very nice come Easter Sunday.
  • I have more craft supplies than Michaels and AC Moore combined and yet when was the last time I crafted?
  • Every crayon in this house is broken and almost every marker has run out of ink ...
  • ... because youngest went to speech therapy today with purple and green fingers (thank goodness she couldn't see under his socks).
  • My kids are eating Valentines candy for their afternoon snack.
  • I can't have plants in the house because my cats eat them, and then yes, throw them up.

There are many more items for this list, I promise you. But I'll stop here for now.

Thank you, Amy, for bringing this up. It's a good reality check ~ not just for those who read our blogs, but for us too!

Now I guess I'd better do something about that laundry. Rats!