I confess I'm confessing because I got a little push from a cute little friend.
I confess I'm typing these confessions as I sit here in my bathrobe, with a towel on my head, and a blue face mask.
I confess that said bathrobe needs to be washed and has a huge makeup stain on it.
I confess that if Noah woke up right now, I'd probably scare the life out of him.
I confess that this next thing I'm writing isn't really a confession, it's more of a funny story. Last night I went to check on Noah and it took my eyes a minute to adjust to the darkness of his room, but I COULDN'T see him! All I saw was an empty blanket and my heart started pounding. When my eyes adjusted more, I saw he was just smooshed into the side of his crib. For half a second, I thought he'd been raptured and I was left behind. LOL
I confess that feeling like the rapture hit has happened to me more than once. lol
I confess I am in desperate need of an eyebrow wax, haircut and dye job. I also have not shaved my legs in over a week.
I confess I use ellipses (...) way too much. They are my pauses for what is going on in my head and I can't stop myself from using them.
That's it for now...I'll try to confess more often--"try" being the operative word.
