It’s no secret around here that I LOOOVE to air my dirty laundry! While I love our confessions page here on CTworkingmoms, I also like to attach my name to my hidden secrets, just because it’s so darn liberating. I also find that after I read others’ True Confessions I end up loving them a little bit more ~ making yourself vulnerable makes you easier to relate to. So, are you ready? Here is some of my latest dirt:
* My sweet baby Kai gave me my first ever black eye last week with his big-hard-baby-head. I’ve found it incredibly embarrassing walking around with a black eye, because let’s face it ~ when you see a grown woman walking around with a black eye, what’s your first assumption? That her husband beat her? I’m sorry to say that would be my first assumption (until now!). I’ve made it a point to tell every stranger how I got my black eye just so they know my husband is not the culprit. I am not proud of ANY of this in ANY way.
* My sweet baby Kai had a lot of trouble sleeping lately and I’ve uttered far too many swear words in the middle of the night.
* I can rattle off an infinite number of things I LOVE about my kids, but I’m finding it hard to rattle off many things that I currently love about Mothering. I’m hoping it’s the sleep deprivation that’s getting in my way.
* (Warning: the following is so disgusting that I suggest you put down any food you may be consuming.) When changing my baby’s diaper a couple of weeks ago, some poop fell out of the diaper and onto the floor. My dog quickly came over and ate it up before I could stop her. Since then I’ve called my dog over to eat up any other poop (baby or cat) that may find its way to the floor. My husband is mortified.
* I’ve asked my children to stop telling me their made up knock-knock jokes. While I hate to squash their creativity, I just can’t put myself through that kind of torture anymore.
* I bought a bag of Halloween candy for hubby and me. Our kids know nothing about it.
* My husband and I never fight behind closed doors. We fight and make-up in front of our children. I’m okay with this.
* When my children, who are homeschooled, give me a hard time about running errands or walking the dog during the day, I’ve been known to threaten them with school. I know I should stop doing this, but it’s the only thing that seems to get through to them.
* I miss the smell of my baby’s poop when he was exclusively breastfeeding. Now that he eats regular food, he just stinks like the rest of us.
You love me a little more now, don’tcha? Share with me some of your dirty little secrets and I’ll love you a little more too. 😉