I pretend to be okay with my stretch marks, but they actually really bug me.
Yesterday I practically begged, pleaded, asked, encouraged Lucas to watch a Mickey Mouse show on the Disney Channel while I (tried to) nurse Joshua in peace. It didn’t work. He doesn’t have any interest in TV shows.
This morning I ate a glazed donuts for breakfast. (The baby wanted it!!)
My only two week old is already using a pacifier. He totally loves it and while I’m really thankful it keeps him happy, I still hate pacifiers.
I wrote an entire blog post about being outside an hour a day… but then didn’t get outside at all yesterday. Darn.
:: What do you confess? Leave it in the comments! It will make you (and me!) feel better. I’ll add more throughout the day as I think of them… or as they happen. 🙂