Confession Friday

It’s Friday, and not a moment too soon. It’s been a long week, although not as busy as our weeks usually are. Just long. And trying. So I am looking forward to a couple of days of rest.

But it is also Confession Friday! So, I confess…

• …that it’s been so busy of late that I have totally lost track of all the appointments and stuff I have upcoming for Stinkerbelle. I know we HAVE some, but I’ll be damned if I can remember when they all are. So this week, during moments of free time, I’ve been all “OMG PANIC DO WE HAVE TO SEE SOMEBODY OR GO SOMEWHERE TODAY?!?” So, yeah. Full-on Mommy scheduling FAIL.
• …that I have been ridiculously hungry this week. This has not been a good thing for my healthy eating plans. And so I also confess that I don’t care. I want to eat. I want to EAT ALL THE THINGS.
• …that I am tired because I have been staying up too late. Sure, it started out with That Baby’s Fear Of The Dark Party 2010, but since then it’s totally my fault. All week, I’ve been staying up way too late watching old episodes of Never Mind The Buzzcocks on Youtube and laughing my arse off. I keep saying I need to go to bed early and yet? I never do.
• …that I’ve been kind of a bitchy mom today. My kid’s been doing, well, KID THINGS, and they’ve been annoying me no end. “Listen as I have learned how to grind my teeth together!” ‘Bet you didn’t know I could whine every single word I know, did you Mom? Well I CAN!!” “Oh look! The only puddle of water within a mile! Watch as I stick my mittens in it on this 2-degree day!” It’s not her fault. That’s just what kids DO. I’m just tired and cross and need to suck it up.
• …that I have not finished reading my book for Book Club. And I don’t care. My report for this week, when asked, will be: “OH MY GOD I HATED EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THIS BOOK AND I COULD NOT READ ONE PAGE MORE ABOUT SUCH A BUNCH OF HATEFUL SELF-SERVING WHINY BASTARDS. IF I WANTED TO SPEND MY FREE TIME WITH A BUNCH OF MISERABLE SELFISH BASTARDS I COULD HANG OUT WITH A FEW OF MY NEIGHBOURS OR GO ON A REALITY SHOW.” And this is why I no longer read fiction.
• …that if we had the money? I would totally get a decorator in to give us advice about how to decorate, because I haven’t got a freaking clue. There are a few things I really, really want, home decor-wise, but beyond that I have no idea how to make our house a pretty, inviting home that I would be comfortable entertaining in. Mind you, if we had the money for that, we’d probably be buying a better house before we’d spend the money and really decorate this place.
• …that I set my car alarm off for the first time one morning this week, and then could not get it to shut off. So I spent 5 minutes getting in and out of my car and pushing the alarm button while holding the key like some sort of remote control and just generally running round and round the car like a panicked chicken in a Chinese fire drill. And then I realized I was frantically pushing my husband’s car alarm button.
• …that we have only a few days left to complete something for our agency, and I have absolutely no idea where to begin. I have been procrastinating because of this, and we’re running out of time. (Some of you probably know what I am talking about. Feel free to email me with any suggestions/ideas/brainwaves you might have.)
• …that I really, really want to feel some holiday spirit this season. I have been trying to get myself geared up for the oncoming festive season (observing, of course, the mandatory “No Celebrating of Any Kind Prior to My Birthday” rule), particularly with respect to holiday baking — I have to start soon, and yet? Just not feeling it.
• …that I am kind of obsessed with replacing one of our outdoor holiday decorations from years past that we had to get rid of, and I miss it. We had an arbor, wrapped in greenery and little lights, that we used to put out on our porch. It was lovely and really welcoming and it looked really pretty. (And everybody on the street tried to copy it in subsequent years. HA!) But one particularly harsh winter the wind bent it all to shit. Then, we stored it in the basement and Opus peed all over it. So we just took it apart and pitched it one year. And I really miss having it. I looked for one this year, and of course nobody has such a thing, so we’re going to have to build it from scratch. We can’t afford it this year, but maybe after Christmas I can get some greenery and lights on sale, and pick up an arbor over the spring and summer, and take some time to put it together so that by next year we’ll have my favourite decoration back.