Thursday Morning Confessions

This picture has nothing to to with the post. I just thought it was really funny.

1. Georgia has sissified me. Our high temperatures this week have been around 82 (F). I've been wearing sweaters and pants because it's chilly.

2. I've gained two pounds but have somehow lost two pants sizes this month (I now wear size 8 jeans, and I bought some yoga pants from Old Navy and they're size 4/6!! Yeah, yeah, they're stretchy and have a drawstring waist. Don't. Even. Care. They're size 4/6).

3. I will not be keeping my children home from school on September 8th. Regardless of what I believe politically, I really don't think Obama's address to school age children that day will brainwash them. If he can manage to undo in 30 minutes on TV what you've done as a parent over the course of your child's entire life, then that's really more a reflection on you as a parent and not the fault of the big bad socialist brainwashing president.

4. The Duggars are pregnant with number 19. You already know how I feel about that family. On the bright side, at least they're not on welfare.




5. I'm actually writing this post Wednesday night because I won't have time tomorrow. Which is actually today for those of you reading this.

6. I really, really need some chocolate right now. A lot. Which is weird because I'm not normally a sweets kind of person. But today I need chocolate and I don't have any.

7. We found out that Liam will need his next open heart surgery next summer and I'm already freaking out over it. First, how do you mentally prepare a 5 year old for open heart surgery? How do you deal with a 5 year old who just had open heart surgery? And we'll be moving pretty much exactly when he needs to have it, so that sucks in and of itself.

8. There is light at the end of the potty training tunnel. Amelia peed and pooped on the toilet today. Of course she did both in her pull up, too, but I'm just elated that she used the toilet even once. She will be four in a few days, people. I thought she'd have been out of pull ups long ago.

9. Will swore up and down that raising a girl was going to be so much harder than raising boys. I said that until they're about 11, girls are easier and from then on it switches and boys are easier. I'm totally winning this argument this week. Totally and completely.

10. I'm having an adult sleepover this weekend. Three nights, four days, six adults. I'll let you and your imaginations fill in the details. I'm sure whatever you come up with will be far more interesting than what the reality is.