It is time to get some things off of my chest. And thanks to two years of nursing, sadly it can’t be my bra.
-I feel like if I see one more blog showing photos of someone’s house looking like Pottery Barn took a dump all over it, I might explode. Here is what two patches of my carpet look like, courtesy of the last renters.
I love being organized, thanks to growing up with borderline hoarders. That being said, the bedroom in our basement is a shithole dumping zone. My desk is a nightmare of crap shoved in every drawer, and most of my garage makes me want to kick a puppy. Remember that episode of Friends when it was discovered Monica had the secret hoarding closet? This is my hoarding kitchen drawer:
-I desperately want a house cleaner, but it would likely be wasted money, since I know I’d clean the house before he/she came.
-When I’m sad, bored, or feeling like my life is out of control, I online shop. I’m trying to be better, and I talked myself off of the ledge the other day from buying a lawn mower on Amazon, simply because my lawn is long right now, and I don’t want to use my push mower because I feel lazy. And we have a really small lawn.
-I would love to change my blog name, get my own domain, and produce an amazing fabulous site. However, I’m so lazy right now, the name title would likely be titled “Yoga pants. Phish Food. Killing Seedlings. And Ponies”. (trademarked)
-Those bears on the Charmin commercials creep me out.
-I wonder why I get so many pageviews, but so few comments.
-I feel like that plastic bag on American Beauty – being tossed in so many directions. And white. And flat. I go from wanting to quit my job and blog full-time, to thinking I should go to grad school because I see no room for advancement at my current company.
-I want wood floors, despite the fact that we could never afford it. Troy, the man with asthma and who is allergic to everything, wants carpet. Disgusting, nasty, dust mite love-shack carpet. Jack got a plasma car for his birthday from his Auntie Anne. I tried using it as a justification that we need wood floors.
-The weather here is amazing this week. I saw a man driving a Miata with the top down, and rocking driving gloves. M’kay.
-Every night, I kiss a sleeping, sweet, wonderful Jack, and promise that tomorrow I will be the momma he deserves.
No later than 6:15 am the next day, I’ve already told him he is driving me nuts. Go me.
Ahhhh, confession is good for the soul. That felt good. Surely, you’d like to share a few things too?
I get a ton of page views and very few comments on my blog as well… Wird phenomena.
So were talking confessions, eh? This past year has been CRAZY! My job duties changed drastically, forcing me to become glued to my desk all day and thus gain ten lbs, we (not by choice)became a single income family because my husband (who gets paid literally once per year after all the bills are paid from the business) did not get paid for the 2012 year because one of his customers decided that after the project was finished they could not pay the bill-ANY of it- not cool. We are in a little deeper than we are ok with financially. Thank you Sarah for being frugal, you inspire me to get my ass out of bed in the AM and strive to be better.
Also- This made me laugh, so I thought I would pass it on
My 3yr old daughter says to her pregnant aunt, who is only 26wks along
“Hey Aunty Mandy- ur belly is getting really big…..(pause)…..just like that lady’s butt at school”
I’m very bad about lurking but love reading your blog. I’ve even made the hand lotion bars for Christmas, they were a big hit.
“You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.” Christopher Robin to Winnie the Pooh. One of my most favorite quotes. Thank you for beinging so brave as you share many of your most inner thoughts, most of us would probably not dream of doing this!
Love the confessions! In my posts I try to list out what went WRONG! I’m with you, if I read too many perfect posts about how amazing someone’s meals are or how perfect their kids are, I start to feel inadequate. I scream at my kids, eat too many frozen pizza’s, don’t get enough sleep, and always have a to do list a mile long. It’s good to read your post and the comments and not feel alone!
I love your blog and feel really bad that I don’t comment more. But please don’t feel unappreciated. I really look forward to your post.
Sarah – you are too hard on yourself. Seriously, most of us that read you stand in awe over what you do! Take it from me…life is too precious and fleeting to be worrying about what you worry about!
But I will say, you had me laughing down the whole list!
Jaye, I’ve been thinking about you so much over the last few weeks. I hope are finding glimpses of light. You’re in my prayers.
Love, love, love your blog and try to comment often. I know that when I put the effort into blogging, it makes me sad to not get comments either. I have a four year old boy and I am starting to get worried about summer coming and what I am going to do to entertain him. Currently, he just fell asleep and I should be cleaning the kitchen but I am 10 seconds away from a nap! Great post and I think that we almost all feel like that most of the time!!
Love your blog. Blame the weather. My garden isn’t in cuz it would have froze. Crazy weather. Sometimes life just drives us nuts.
I check your blog every day, but rarely comment. I try to apply the THINK thing (is it True, is it Helpful… I forget the rest except for Kind, usually I’m shutting up afte “helpful” –> I’m a very truthful person, but sometimes too much so: it doesn’t help or isn’t kind to hurt people, just for the sake of the truth :))
Anyway, I love your blog. I can’t really identify to your life, as I am French, live in a ridiculously small flat in Paris (hint: no garden), and have no kid nor husband. But your life seems fun and you have great ideas.
So keep up the blog!