Sometimes I just make bacon for breakfast. I eat bacon and drink coffee and that's it. Somehow I think this is okay. I'm kind of obsessed with bacon. And no-I don't buy the kind that's healthy. Turkey bacon? Pshhh. Go big or go home. Oh--and I microwave it. Shock. Horror. I don't have time for sizzling bacon on weekdays, people.
I am not a grammar snob, at all--and I make mistakes here constantly and I'm okay with that. But there are a few big ones that absolutely kill me on the inside. I have no idea why--but the Your/You're one and Their/There, especially make me cringe. Oh, and definitely/defiantly. Two very different words and meanings. I also don't understand why adults text like this: U R gunna be at da show? L8r, gr8! C U soon. To each his own?
I have never once gotten everything on my grocery list. Without fail I forget something (or lots of things) every time. It takes us about 3 grocery trips throughout the week to get it right. The reason I never get everything on my list? Oh, it's simple. I come with a list, yes. But then I get there and don't look at it once. I'm pretty much just focused on getting in and out of there without a meltdown (by my kids. not me--but I do hate grocery shopping).
I use terms like "disobeying" with my dog on occasion. For example--he was just growling incessantly in the kitchen. I snapped my fingers, pointed at the couch, told him to go lay down, because "you can't be in here if you're disobeying". To say I get things confused from time to time would be an understatement. To also think my dog has any clue what I'm saying is absurd.
I struggle when I see too much potty talk on social media. I literally mean potty talk. I get that being a parent really changes a person---but incessant talk about body waste? meh. It's why I could barely even talk about the ins and outs of potty training ever here, despite being a "mom blog" (ugh. struggle with that, too. But a mom who blogs=mom blogger I guess). I'm not saying anyone has to change their ways for me. I just--don't prefer seeing the words poopy & pee pee, you know, since I hear them all day long as it is. (and sorry for saying those words. I cringed. but. you know. all for the sake of confessions.)
I get majorly confused on Thursdays on instagram. Everyone posts #tbt (throwback thursday) posts and it's either one of three things. A picture of someone in a past life, at their skinniest, in a hot bikini drinking a beer on the beach, OR, a photo of someone with their fresh squishy baby, or a pregnant belly. I get confused EVERY TIME that I missed some huge ginormous news, or that someone had a weight loss transformation that somehow I missed along the way. I know I'm not the only one.
I'm bothered by people who go out of their way to say how much others LOATHE when someone talks about exercise or running or getting fit on facebook. The other day a past co-worker did this. Status on FB went something like, "News Flash. No one cares about your run." Well, the funny thing is---I do care about peoples run. If I see one of those pop up, I click like or I comment, every time. So, he's speaking for himself. He should probably say, News Flash. I don't care about your run. And that would be ok, right? But don't speak on behalf of everyone. Because I actually do care and love following along when people choose a healthy and active lifestyle, so there.
As nap times are starting to dwindle down these days, I admittedly use every trick in the book to try and get one from her, anyway. I bribe sleep for popsicles and stars on her behavior chart. It failed miserably yesterday. I might start bribing her with money. (kidding) (mostly) Nap time is sanity.
Our dishwasher is still broken and I guess I'm spoiled because life without a dishwasher sucks. Maybe it'd be easier without kids? But, goodness. All I do is wash dishes. If you're calculating (you're not. you don't care.) that's been over a month and a half of broken dishwasher and I'm over it. We've been working with a few companies, we're within warranty so it's their issue. The tech came Friday AND Monday and still couldn't fix it. Now we're supposed to be getting a replacement. That'll probably happen, in, oh, another month.
I think of confessions all the time. I go to write them. They're gone from my brain. The second I hit publish, I'll think of a million more. That's the name of the game, folks. Write stuff down.
What are you confessing to??
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