Confessions

Confession: I’ve been doing lots of playing, and very little working this week.

Confession: I didn’t actually want to go to the beach. I was tired, and the messy house was making me grumpy. Like eating too many sweets at Christmas, and knowing you should stop, heading for the beach day after day is starting to feel like it would be healthier to stay home and get some work done.

But seriously, how many more hot summer afternoons do we have left?

Confession: When we got back, Tinkerbell entertained my children while I speed-cleaned like a mad-woman. (That’s how you do it when you have to clean the whole house, finish the laundry, clean up the groceries, and make supper, all during the length of one Tinkerbell movie.)

Confession: Today I might possibly love Tinkerbell more than anyone else in the whole world. Just for today.

Confession: Sometimes I exaggerate the truth if it sounds good in a blog post. ‘Cause you know I love my family. Which is why I’m taking the day off on Monday. Camp is over, and we’re going to just be a family. I’ll see you all on Tuesday!

Confession: Sometimes I really, really wish I had a southern accent so I could pull off saying “y’all”, and it would be legit instead of cheesy.

2 thoughts on “Confessions

  1. Haha! Buck Denver has entertained my boys on occasion as well when I just need to get some work around the house done! Just has to happen sometimes. Thanks for the confessional. It’s good to know I’m not alone in some of these things. 🙂

  2. It was Blues Clues who took care of mine yesterday when I just had to get some cooking done without little hands in the fondue! Seeing that Red Rock scene made me wistful – I really loved my summer there. I was just telling people in the lunchroom the other day about how many ticks we had on us – I told them I was Tick Queen of ’97.

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