Saturday, August 14, 2010

Confession Time

I think it's time for another installment of Confession Time. Because blogging is cheaper than therapy.

I searched my archives and found some early confessional entries; if you'd like, you can read them here, here, and here.

I never change the filter in our Brita water pitcher.

We've essentially been drinking tap water for months because I haven't bothered to change the filter. I still fill up the pitcher because if fits in our refrigerator and keeps the water cold. Tap water doesn't bother me at all, especially since ours is pretty tasty, which explains why I haven't bothered to change the filter. However, if Craig were to find out, he'd be a little annoyed. I guess it's a good thing he doesn't have Internet access in his room anymore and can no longer access the blog. :)

Sometimes I throw away pennies.

If I'm cleaning up and find pennies in odd places, instead of trudging up the stairs to Caroline's room to deposit them in her piggy bank, or go find my wallet, I throw them away.

Caroline has eaten doughnuts three days in a row.

Now this, I am really not proud of. In my defense, the first two days of doughnut eating happened at her friend's house. I was the guilty doughnut provider this morning; it was a fun treat for her after our track workout. Tonight, she's eating veggies. Lots of them!

I'm often bothered by mega churches with rock star pastors.

Random, much? I don't know why this bothers me; it's not like I'm a fan of stodgy, cranky, old school pastors either. I just think it's unfortunate that some churches have become flashy so that they attract new attendees.

I think it should be a law that pastors cannot wear Ed Hardy tshirts.

But, that's probably just me.

I'm really bothered by the fact that so many blogs I read, especially the mom/frugal blogs, have become more about product reviews, giveaways and making money with ads than about real content.

I wish they would just write. I don't care how much you like Clorox wipes or a certain brand of diapers. I want to know about YOU and your family, not about the freebies companies send you to try out.

As I said on Twitter yesterday: It took me longer to pick new sheets for my bed then it did to find a husband.

I'm seriously embarrassed by the amount of searching I did to find the "perfect" bed sheets. I finally made a purchase yesterday and yes, I went for white. I hope I don't regret my decision. But, I know myself well enough to know that I will most definitely regret it.

I demolished a bag of tortilla chips in three days flat. And I didn't share any with Caroline.

In fact, I don't think she even knew that I opened them.

I tried to be a selfless mother this morning and it backfired on me, which then made me behave rather selfishly.

For a myriad of reasons, I only made it to the gym twice this week; in my book that's a definite bummer. Because I was craving more exercise, Caroline and I planned to go to the track this morning, like we did last Saturday. Only, when it came time to wake Caroline up, I didn't have the heart to disturb her. For the past four nights she has stayed up well beyond her bedtime and I knew she needed some extra sleep. I figured it would be rather selfish of me to wake her up for something *I* wanted to do, but wasn't really necessary. A good mom would let her child catch up on the sleep she's been missing, right? Moms have to be selfless sometimes. So, that's what I chose to do.
At 8:30 Caroline came bouncing down the stairs, ready to go. I told her we weren't going to go. And then the water works started. Apparently she had been up since 8, but didn't tell me because she was watching Full House in my bed.

I told her I had lost interest in exercising since I had already decided that we wouldn't go, but she was persistent.

The tears. Oh the tears.

Finally, I begrudgingly gave in. I huffed and sighed and ungraciously prepared to go to the track. As we were about to leave, I looked up at Caroline and saw that her eyes were even puffier then before and filled with more tears. "What's wrong now" I asked, rather unsympathetically. And she replied "It's just really late now," as if she were hinting that she'd rather not go.

Oh no. Not after all that.

So, we went. Thankfully my attitude changed after we arrived at the track, but sometimes the little things like that really take a lot out of me. I was *trying* to be nice and helpful, but it backfired, leaving her teary eyed and me cranky.

and finally.....

I run my dishwasher every night even when it's not completely full.

I'm sure the green police are going to chastise me for this one. In reality, I know I shouldn't, but, well.... I don't have an excuse and I'm slightly unapologetic for it.


Sissy said...

These are pretty fun. I wash my dishes and then wait forever to unload them. It bothers Charlie to no end.

Alison said...

I have to unload the dishwasher every night. Occasionally I won't on a Saturday because I don't have anywhere to rush off to on Sunday mornings. Church (yes, I've gone TWICE in a row!) isn't until 11. Even still, I prefer going to bed knowing that my kitchen work is done. But, then again, I'm odd. I also iron my pillowcases. :)

Elizabeth said...

You IRON your pillowcases?!?!

I hate to iron anything, so the idea of ironing pillowcases seems like something one would do when one has nothing to do. However, it just occurred to me that ironing pillowcases would be much easier than men's dress shirts.

Alison said...

Elizabeth--yes, I iron my pillowcases. For some reason the sheets I currently have wrinkle really badly. It doesn't matter if I take them out of the dryer immediately, they still wrinkle. I don't iron the sheets, but I do spiff up the pillowcases. I just like them to look crisp. Gah,I know.
Yes, it's much easier than ironing dress shirts. I don't know what I'll do when Craig is done with uniforms and has to wear real clothes to work. All that ironing and $$ spent on dry cleaning. Blech.