Onto my secret craziness . . .
I confess that not once, but twice, last week I allowed Ellerie to wallow around in a mildly offensive diaper, because I knew that hubby was moments from being home, and I felt that it was his turn to change her. I am an equal opportunity parent like that.
I confess that instead of doing laundry this morning, I watched my DVRed Grey's Anatomy episodes, drank coffee and did pretty much little else. El was napping because of a cold, and Ab and E were at school. Consequently, it was blissfully quiet and wonderful!
I confess that I did not feel guilty at all for the above confession.
I confess that I also consumed a large chocolate bar at 9am during my couch potato moment.
Which brings me to my next confession . . . I have not been to the gym in ages. When my trainer texted me about the next time that he would see me, I didn't recognize his number it had been so long, and I thought, for a moment, that I had a mysterious stalker.
I confess that I was a tad disappointed when I realized that I did not, in fact, have an admirer, but instead, I had a mildly ticked off personal trainer.
I confess that I considered telling my trainer that my family had had the swine flu as my reason for my lack of attendance. I didn't do it though, because I was afraid that that would jinx me into actually getting the swine flu.
I confess that at times I am ridiculously superstitious.
I confess this embarrasses me.
I confess I am pooped, and it is only 8 pm.
I confess, I am giving in and going to bed.