Sometimes I hide from my neighbors so I don't have to be social. Sometimes I make my kids hide in their rooms and be super quiet and I hide in the laundry room, and we all whisper just so nobody will think we are home.
#scarring them for life
Sometimes I let my kid wear outfits like the above out in public.
# free expression
Sometimes I feed my kids macaroni and cheese and corn dogs for dinner and Inn N Out for lunch. Sometimes I eat it too. And my husband. Sometimes it tastes absolutely, lazily delicious.
# dont judge
Sometimes I type up my grocery list on the computer as I look at recipes and then am too lazy to have my husband print them at work or rewrite them so I just take a picture with my camera phone.
Sometimes my kids think its really funny to pretend the baby doll has a dirty diaper and they say the word Poop over and over and over again and laugh and laugh and laugh, and I don't say a word. Sometimes I record saying such things with my phone. Sometimes I teach them how to change diapers and secretly hope they will apply such knowledge to Baby #3.
# wishful thinking
Sometimes instead of stories before bed we have Elvis dancing parties. Sometimes my kid can sing almost all the words to hunk of burning love. Sometimes I encourage the singing of said song. Sometimes the dance parties go out of control and little curly haired babies get knots the size of Texas on their head and then Mommy has freak out sessions and makes baby sleep with her and daddy all night.
# so much for skipping naptime so bed time could be early
Sometimes I have laundry piles the size of Mt. Everest in my hallway. Sometimes I do not plan on folding or putting them away before my mother comes over tomorrow.
# please lovely mother do not look on the the OTHER side of my bed
Sometimes confessions make the world seem better.