Confessions
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!
Confession 1
I don’t ever give a crap who the musical guest is on Saturday Night Life. Half of the time I don’t even know who they actually are, even when their names are announced. Troy and I just fast-forward through that part.
Confession 2
Our thermostat isn’t set to turn on until 6:15 am because the boys sleep really hot and the heat pumping into their room wakes them up. I get up between 4:30 and 5:15 am about 350 days a year.
I will bundle up, use a heating pad, and cover myself with a thick blanket to keep warm until the furnace turns on. Why? Because the morning is my time and I would rather freeze to death than my kids wake up early and ruin that.
Confession 3
Every year, traffic to my Overnight Cinnamon Roll recipe will skyrocket on the two days before Thanksgiving. And while I appreciate the traffic, I just can’t understand eating super sweet cinnamon rolls the morning of a giant food-heavy holiday.
That being said, I totally serve them on Christmas morning, so what in the hell do I know?
Confession 4
During lockdown, we switched to curbside pick-up at our grocery store. Honestly, it saves SO much time and money. But it has kept my kids out of stores and thus they haven’t had a chance to practice grocery store social behaviors.
I recently took Bennett to the grocery store for the first time in a long time and I wish we had a camera crew following us. He was overwhelmed by everything in the store, but the hilarious parts were his interactions with the various departments.
He is obsessed with seafood and he begged the guy working the seafood counter AND another guy working at the sushi station for samples. I think he legit thought they would just hand him an entire crab to munch on as we strolled the store.
Confession 5
I recently realized that I open this linen closet like a velociraptor.
Confession 6
I’m obsessed with online reviews for things. Even things I have no interest in buying. I can zone out for a solid hour at night reading what Mark from Canton Ohio thinks about a pair of Merrell shoes. Spoiler alert: he loved them.
Confession 7
A drive-thru coffee shop near our house makes incredible coffee, BUT the baristas are the slowest in town. It is not because they are taking extra time to make the coffee, but literally because they cannot work and talk to customers at the same time. Zero multi-tasking is happening at this place.
My 12-year-old calls them “turtles in skin suits who just happen to make coffee”. And frankly, a more honest label has never been given.
Ok, friends, your turn! What do you need to confess?
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Confession 1. I think glazed pears dipped in chocolate are sexier than Bradley Cooper crossed with Shemar Moore.
Confession 2. Sometimes I let my dog out just to have a sandwich without him breathing on my legs, When I let him back in he always gives me the hairy eyeball just to let me know that I didn’t fool him one bit.
Mmmmmm, that sounds delicious!
~Laughing as I’m currently lounging on the sofa with my husband under our king-sized Sherpa fleece electric blanket. We just upgraded it from a queen sized. Confession- I spent way more than the budgeted amount for our family holiday gift exchange. 😬 shhhh maybe nobody will notice!
You sound warm and cozy! And if anyone gets mad about the gift exchange, you can just hide under your blanket. 🙂
In regards to number 2, I purchased a heated throw last winter because working from home in my old, drafty house was not going well. Best $35 I’ve spent on myself! The cats love it too lol.
I’m super annoyed by people who can’t talk and cook. Pre-covid my sister stayed with me for a few weeks while working on a continuing education credit nearby, she offered to help with dinner one night but apparently can’t talk and peel/chop veggies at the same time and everything was taking a long time. I finally had to tell her to hush or hand me the knife and sit down.
Our pantry door as the strangest little knob I’ve ever seen before and it is only possible to open it with the veliciraptor grip. I feel kinda silly every time.
Same here with the musical guests. Don’t care! Im sure they have lots of talent, but it’s lost on us.
I got “Peppermint Patty-ed” at Thanksgiving by my sister of all people. Anyone that has watched Charlie Brown’ Thanksgiving will know what that means.
I confess I hate holiday decorations. They give me anxiety. All the clutter, the work putting them up only to take them down again shortly. I’m not a “minimalist” by any means but adding more “stuff” to my immediate area makes me crazy!
And I kind of like grocery shopping. I took my husband with me last weekend and it did nothing but make me crazy. I have a list, I have a method and I get in and get out. His dilly-dallying drove me nuts! Talk about no multi-tasking – he cannot walk and tell me a story about the item on the shelf he “has no intensions of buying”!
#1 – Just wait. I had to teach two teens to drive and once they had it down and we were just in the accumulating hours stage I let them play music at a low volume. They are going to play music once they get their license so they may as well practice while I’m there. I have come to appreciate rap and hip hop more than I thought I would. I now will actually watch a bit of the SNL acts and have an opinion 🙂
#2 – SAME! Except I also want my husband to sleep in a bit to give me that time by myself.
I’m an A-hole and can’t read. Therefore, I (in my head) berated my friend (who this year is the Athletic Director for our middle school) because she had sent an email Thanksgiving morning telling us about tryouts for girls volleyball on Monday, or four days after Thanksgiving.
All bc I didn’t see my daughter’s name on the list for one of the teams.
I sent both an apology email and text.
I am a bad sports parent. 😢
1. My to do’s list ALWAYS has at least 6 things on it that I already finished just so I can cross them off to feel accomplished. Who knew adulting was so exciting.
2. Even though I basically know how much is in my bank account at all times – when I log in I always hold my breath like this will be the time it’s negative.
3. My iPhone’s ability to recognize my face alarms me. When accessing my bank accounts and others I seriously feel like an alpaca could impersonate me and my phone would nod in recognition.
4. My iPhone…. I have never texted the word lust to ANYONE. Recently I sent a text to my manager stating here is the great big ol’ list you desired from me. Yup – my phone was certain I was sending a great big ol’ lust to him 🤦♀️
5. I would rather do anything then put laundry away. Hate that job.