Cut me some slack.
Although I wanted to get my Wednesday's confessional up and running, I decided to help my hubby grout the tile in the kitchen.
I'm good like that . . . sometimes.
Trust me when I say that I would much rather have been blogging. There is a reason that tile layers make good money. Honestly, the job stinks. Badly.
So, I will instead do a Wednesday confessional on Thursday, and no, I do not feel guilty about it.
Onto the therapy . . .
I confess that I watch Disney's Phineas and Ferb with my kiddies. As far as cartoons go, it is pretty hilarious, and I find myself laughing and laughing. I know. I know. Pathetic, but true.
I confess that I am tickled that I am taking all three kiddies to Florida in a few weeks. We will be visiting the Mouse's House and also my parents. I am the most excited, though, to see the sun! Whoooooeeee!
I confess that I am a little psycho, because I am taking all three kids on this trip without my hubby. He has to stay and work, which is, of course, the easier job. I, however, will be able to go outdoors without having to spend 20 minutes bundling myself or the kids, so, in my estimation, it is worth it.
I confess that upon learning that I would be going to FL, I checked out my naked reflection after my shower in the bathroom mirror. Pasty-whitish olivey skin tone is not pretty in January. Not pretty. I read somewhere that untanned skin is like raw bacon, unappealing and unappetizing. But once that bacon (or that skin) gets nice and browned . . . ummmm delicious!
I confess that after witnessing my albino state, screaming in horror, and then composing myself, I actually contemplated going to a tanning salon for a fake bake. And, even though the thought of tanned skin makes me warm and happy, I thought better of tempting the skin cancer gods and DID NOT make the appointment.
I confess that I DID make a pedicure appointment. These feet need all the help that they can get. At some point, I may reveal these tootsies to you. They are not pretty feet by any means, my friends. Nope! Not at all. In fact, my second toe is quite a bit longer than my big toe. This in itself is not that big of a deal, but hubby likes to compare my second toe to ET's index finger. You know the one that he points to the sky and says, "ET phone home!" That one. Yep, that's my toe, and although a pedicure helps . . . it is not a cure for its ugliness.
I confess that I found some Christmas decorations still adorning my hallway. And, I confess that upon realizing that I left the decor up, I decided to leave them there. I am too slack to go find the correct rubbermaid tub that they are supposed to go into.
And with that . . . I feel much better!
******While blog hopping, I found another person that does confessions. I linked up and grabbed her button too. Go check her out at Glamazon Mom!