In the words of the immortal philosopher Aristotle… thank doG it’s Friday.
Okay, Aristotle didn’t say that. It might have been Emmanuel Kant. Or maybe even Nietsche. Anyway, the point stands: It’s been a tiring week, and I, for one, and glad to see the weekend.
And with Friday comes our weekly baring of the soul, our confession to the masses. So, without further ado, I confess…
- …that I am not one of those moms who can decorate the hell out of her house for every frigging holiday that comes along. I used to feel bad about it, and lack of money and creativity really are not the only culprits. I’m just not That Mom. I mean, I have visions of myself making our house look festive and pretty, but realistically? Not gonna happen. Although I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wish I could magically transform into someone who could do that. And safe to say, for Halloween, we’ll be lucky to get a jack-o-lantern out and lit.
- …that I ate way, WAY too much pizza last night. Thursdays are work days, and because of all the rushing and the driving and the lack of Stinkerbelle’s nap and so forth, I often feel too lazy and tired to cook, so we do takeout. And last night? I craved pizza.
- …that I am so very excited about getting my hair cut and coloured tomorrow, I can’t even tell you. New look! Pretty colour! And most of all… “Me” time!
- …that I am suffering from some very low self esteem these days.
- …that the cold weather we’re having right now makes me me want to curl up on the couch under a blanket and knit all the livelong day.
- …that when I visit some people’s houses and see how they live, it makes me feel like maybe our house isn’t such a mess after all, and that we’re blessedly average and normal. And it’s the impeccably neat and clean houses that are not the norm.
- …that I kind of want to buy a trampoline next summer. And although it would hilarious to see That Baby bouncing around on it, I really wish I could use it too. But I would be too embarrassed.
- …that I am coming to one of those paradoxes of health: I need to lose weight, which means I need to exercise more. But I can’t exercise more because my joints are in bad shape, so in order to do make exercise possible I have to — wait for it — lose weight. ::head desk::
- …that watching too many British TV shows and movies makes me dream about moving to the UK. Although I fear if we did that, our life would be less “Notting Hill” or “Love Actually” and more “Coronation Street” or “The Vicar of Dibley”.
- …that, somewhere underneath the fog of tiredness, I am kind of excited about doing Christmas baking. I don’t bake for us anymore, because we have to watch what we eat, and I really, really miss it. So Christmas gives me the excuse to bake, because we give it all away.