If you’re new around here, confessions is a time for us to all unburden ourselves of the silliness we’re feeling at the moment. I share dumb things, then you share dumb things, and we all have a better day because of it.
Let’s get started!
We could solve climate change in the amount of time it takes Bennett to get out of the car. This child has ONE speed, and it is not fast.
Troy and Bennett are both introverts and internal processors. Jack and I are extroverts who process everything quickly and on the fly. Neither way is right or wrong; it’s just who we all are.
On family walks, it is an immediate pairing up and Jack and I will be a mile ahead before we realize that Troy and Bennett are still in the driveway looking at a potato bug.
Why are Midwestern states called the midwest? Why not the “far east” or “mid country” something like that? Many of those states are in the Eastern time zone and are much closer to the east coast than the west coast.
Yeah, I’m sure a lot of it has to do with how much of the country was actually in the US during the early days of the founding of the United States. But aren’t we past that now? Midwesterners, what do you want to be called? Tell me, and I’ll adopt it.
Anytime my podcasts accidentally get bumped to 1.5 or 2x speed, I think something is wrong with me. I was just listening to Dateline and it was normal, and then all of a sudden Keith Morrison is talking incredibly fast. Did I just have a stroke? Am I dying?
I have a VERY very high belly button. I never realized this until as a teen a peer pointed it out and then made fun of me for it. Ah, the teen years.
But this high belly button caused me so much dang grief while pregnant. When they do external measurements to test baby growth, the belly button makes a good visual of what is “normal”.
With both babies, I had more “let’s just double-check just to be safe” ultrasounds ordered by my medical team than I care to admit. It got stressful, especially when I was a first-time mom.
We’re 100% done with kids, but if I had ever had a third, I would tell the doc at my first appointment “I’m really tall, with a long torso and a high belly button. I have big healthy babies with perfectly round heads who have lots of room to stretch out and I will never look more than 6-7 months pregnant. Let’s just agree that things will appear weird and not “normal”.
And if you think I’m fibbing about having lots of room for big babies to stretch out, you can see what I looked like the day I went into labor with Bennett in this old post.
This is such a petty complaint, but I hate when you are streaming a show and can’t skip the intro credits. I don’t need to watch the opening 200 times while making my way through a nine-season show.
I am a planner, but from time to time I resent being the “cruise director” of the family. I resent that everyone else gets to roll out of bed and look at me and said “so, what’s the plan for today”. Just once I want to say “you tell me”.
Our grocery store sends a lot of reminders when you place an online order. You get both emails and texts reminding you to pick it up a few hours before your scheduled time.
Then about 30 minutes before your pick-up time, you get another “tell us when you’re on your way” text. I am signed up for these communications because it is also how they get in touch with you if something is out of stock.
But as someone who rarely forgets anything and almost never flakes on others, I want to be able to check a box that says “yep, I got it and I will show up. Swearsies.” when I place my order.
I want the automated system at the grocery store to recognize me as someone with excellent follow thru. I will get my stuff. Worry about the others. I’ll be there.
The non-apology apology is running rampant in our current society and I want it to stop. I see this in the media when public figures “apologize” and I see this in my own life.
If you start out an apology with “I’m sorry if you were offended”, I’m out. I’m done and I’m not listening anymore. Remove the if and just apologize.
There are PLENTY of times in my life when I have said I am sorry to someone and thought it was really dumb that I was apologizing. Maybe I didn’t mean something in the way I had said it, or maybe they definitely interpreted it incorrectly. But what do I win by arguing that point? Nothing.
It doesn’t matter my intention, it matters that what I did hurt them. Do I want to be “right” or do I want to acknowledge that sometimes I get it wrong? And yes, it is not easy. This mindset has taken me probably 35 years to develop.
Ok, friends, your turn! What do you need to confess?