To holding back the best candy on Halloween so I have plenty of Reese’s products to get me through the holiday season.
To feeding my daughter chicken nuggets. At least twice a week. And no, they’re not organic.
To getting angry at the scale for not showing me a loss—even when I haven’t done anything to deserve one.
To actually being kind of glad to hear Christmas music in the stores, even though it’s far too early.
To sometimes skipping a certain toddler’s tooth brushing—and then being terrified that her new teeth are going to fall out.
To rolling my eyes at all the twitter drama—but avidly searching my stream for new tweets about the latest flap, nonetheless.
To desperately wanting to take a (short) vacation without the munchkin, and to feeling horribly guilty for even thinking about it.
To secretly wishing they would make paper pots and pans as well as plates so I’d never have to wash a dish again.
To being a little bit glad that Tori seems to prefer mommy to anybody else (it assuages that working mom guilt).
To wishing I could temporarily contract a tapeworm (just long enough to get these last ten pounds off).
To buying Tori enough clothes to be able to go a solid week (or two) without doing laundry—no matter how many messes she gets into.
To being glad that the time change gave me an excuse to go to bed at 10:30 (and being a little unsure if I’ll ever give it up).
To hoping you’ll all visit Mama Kat to see the other writing workshop entries.
To wondering what everyone else has to confess. So why don’t you tell me, dear readers?