I confess… my food choices are poor. I ate some sort of dairy free Hostess style cupcake before Flywheel yesterday… really fast… thinking I would just burn it off. But instead, I burped it up the whole time. What a total waste of an indulgence.
I confess… I’m scared of the Mama Bear inside of me. There are some ‘older’ boys at my daughter’s baby school that she spends the early morning with until her teacher arrives that are not too nice. Back in the Fall, I caught them laughing at her for crying when I dropped her off and went straight to the directors office about their behavior. Well this morning, I could’ve sworn they whispered something about her and I almost went over to yell at them, but had to stop myself. I worry how I will react the day someone really hurts her.
I confess… I busted my butt in the locker room at Flywheel the first time I went. Just as my best friend was telling me NOT to walk into the tiled locker room in my cycling shoes, I took a step onto the slippery floor and immediately flew into the air – cartoon style – landing swiftly on my elbow. I was more embarrassed that people kept asking if I was okay than I was for actually falling.
I confess… I’m avoiding my closet. My sister’s bridal shower is this weekend the dress I bought for it fit perfectly a month ago. I am too scared to try it on before the shower in case it looks terrible and then I will have to stress about finding something else to wear. Instead, I will just wait until the day of to be disappointed.
I confess… I’ve created a fashion monster. Annabelle loves clothes. And shoes. And jewelry. I totally blame myself for this obsession since we always make a big deal out of getting dressed. Yesterday at Target she insisted I buy her a white jean jacket that matched a teal pants romper, multi colored “workout” pants, a rose pearl necklace, and a pair of lilac dress shoes. If she had it her way, the cart would’ve been filled with about 15 outfits.
I confess… I’m glad the Bachelor is over. I don’t like the show, nor do I like the tweets and Facebook status updates and weekly blog post updates. I think the concept is dumb since 1 out of 15 couples actually fall in love and stay married. Plus, how can someone find their special person out of 20 women?
I confess… I hate repeating myself more than anything. If I could have one of those parrots that says everything you say follow me around all day long, I would be so happy. I cannot stand when I give directions to my class or tell my husband something and then 2 seconds later I’m asked to repeat what I said.
I confess… in the mornings I NEED coffee or I am a beast. I’ve never been someone who needed coffee in the mornings until my second trimester. If I don’t have my cup, then WATCH OUT. Angry pregnant lady who probably lost her keys and mind coming through.
What do you want to confess today?
As much as I love the Bachelor, I do not at all agree with the whole concept. There is noooo way these couples seriously fall in love. I mean, sure, I could also fall in love when I have these lavish dates and all this money spent on dates and not have to worry about real world problems. I just enjoy the drama-hah!
Also, please share with me the spin shoes you have. I love spin but I have never purchased a pair of shoes..just wear my regular ole sneaks and its getting old!
Oh that Mama Bear moment.. I know it’s so hard! I picked up Austin one day and he was sitting alone, looking sad and he said “no one wants to play with me.” Ugh that KILLED me.. I’m so scared for him to get into elementary school because kids just get meaner and meaner.. and I don’t want him to be hurt. I wanted to yell at his friends “why don’t you want to play with him???” you want to protect them so much.. how are we going to get through the coming years????
So these little boys were talking about and making fun of your daughter? How old is she, like 2? That’s so horrible. What is wrong with kids these days. I’m Bachelor obsessed. Probably too much for my own good. 😉
Ashley @ A Cute Angle
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