Confessions

Ahhh, nap time. The coveted nap time. I have a confession to make. I love it when the time comes in my day for the girls to take a nap at the same time. It's at least 90 minutes of uninterrupted quiet...that is if you don't count the sound of me chewing, because that is usually what I am doing when the girls are asleep, pigging out! There are few things happier to me than enjoying whatever food I want, eating it wherever I want, without little hands and feet crawling and climbing up me to get to it too. So, there it is, a true confession, I love nap time. And while I'm on the subject, I'm just going to confess a few more things and throw it all out there. Please still be my friends after reading this.
I eat frosting from the can. I think it's something I started in college, just because I could, but I really haven't kicked the habit and I still sometimes crave frosting right out of the can.
I am super duper self-conscious about my toes. I'm pretty sure they are the ugliest in the whole world. Even growing up in California I avoided open toed sandals at all cost. I'm just lucky I found a man who loves me despite my long toes, because I really enjoy a cute pair of wedges and strappy open toed heels.
I have a fear of bridges. Why do I fear that Joe, or anyone else driving will suddenly become incapable of driving in a straight line and drive us right off that bridge? I stare as hard as I can straight forward just because I think it helps the driver while they are enjoying the view. I don't fear water or heights, just bridges.
I generally keep a pretty tidy house. Things are usually in there place and orderly around here. My stove top burners on the other hand are a disgrace. Things boil over, stain the burner and I hate cleaning them so I leave them. I prefer to pay $15 to replace them every so often than just clean them after the mess.
I look forward whole-heartily to the day when my children are old enough to unload groceries from the car and place them nicely and neatly in the refrigerator and pantry. And fold the brown bags too!
I failed (unfairly I might add) my driving test 3, yes, 3 times. I didn't get my license until I was almost 18 and still hardly drove because I was so paranoid. I finally faced my fears when I went back to school in St. Louis and no one would drive the 30 minute commute for me.
My biggest pet peeve is people with no manners or no common courtesy. I expect people to say hello, identify themselves and ask "how are you?" before they ask to talk to someone. I expect to hear "bless you" after I sneeze, and "excuse me" after you've, well you know what I mean. It's high expectations I know, but we didn't get away with anything less growing up and neither will my family.
I have a sick, sick addiction towards coats. I own quite a few , more than I need or even wear, but I still feel this desperate need to go purchase many, many more coats. Joe seriously believes I need to seek help on this one.
I'm have a little OCD. My clothes hang according to color in my closet and they all have to face the same way on the hanger. Joe's side of the closet practically makes me mad when I see his dress shirts facing one another.
I watch What Not To Wear as frequently as possible. It is my guilty pleasure show and I take it very seriously!
I can't carry a tune to save my life. I know absolutely nothing about music, and that's kinda okay with me. I'm sick, aren't I?
I love to cook dinner. I take pride in having a hot cooked meal ready for Joe when he comes home. You might be rolling your eyes, but seriously I do! I think I'm a pretty good cook. I hate, no, I loathe baking. I stink at it, except cheesecake. I can do cheesecake. But any other baking I avoid at all costs, I just don't have the skills.
I love the smell of Play Doh. I secretly want Gabs to play with it so I can too. It just smells good to me.
Oh, I didn't realize I had so many secrets to confess. That kinda felt good. But now my once napping girls are crying and I've got to destroy the frosting evidence before they emerge from their room.