These are my confessions...

I confess....
that I have always wanted to confess with Mamarazzi, and this week seemed like the perfect week to do it.


I confess..... 
that today is my BIRTHDAY!!  I am 39 and darned proud of it.

I confess....
that I'm going to PARTY tonight.  Oh yes I am!


I confess....
that I still love my birthday like I did when I was a little kid.


I confess....
that when I was very young, I was APPALLED one year to see that the mail was still delivered on
MY BIRTHDAY!!!  It's a HOLIDAY, people, WTF??  

I confess...
that never has a birthday went by that my MOTHER didn't remind me of that!  (She just texted me "Hope u have a very happy birthday! Think the mail will come today?" I replied "It better not!!")


I confess.....
that I think it's because I LOVE ATTENTION and I get lots of attention on my birthday!  Yeah, I said it.  I'm a bit of an attention whore.  What then!
You can go ahead and get me one of these for my birthday because TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY DID I MENTION THAT????

I confess....
that I loved waking up to dozens of Facebook posts saying Happy Birthday!


I confess....
that I would like every day to be my birthday.


I confess.... 
that I am already planning my 40th Birthday party.  And it is going to be EPIC.


I confess....
that last month nearly took me down, but I'm still standing! (yeah, yeah, yeah!)


I confess.... 
that when I look at pictures of Tim Tebow, I want to do things to him that go against his admirable Christian values.  STRONGLY.AGAINST.  And over and under and around and.....

I confess....
that I absolutely can't wait for this weekend!  On Sunday we'll be with my family celebrating baby Hayleigh's Dedication, Mother's Day, and MY BIRTHDAY (did I mention that today is MY BIRTHDAY?????)!!!!




Hope y'all have a wonderful weekend, and Happy Mother's Day to the Mommies!!  

DysFUNctional Moments 9.27.11

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This post is a confession.

I have been neglecting my house work.

Neglecting my cooking, cleaning, laundry.

I've been neglecting my pets.

I've been neglecting this blog.

I've been neglecting my husband.

And I've even been neglecting my children.

What's causing me to do this, you might wonder?
Illness? An addiction? A sordid affair?

Not exactly. It's none of those (and yet, it's all of those).

It's this.

Scary Mommy Confessional

Be careful if you click - it is seriously addicting! I could read there all day. Utterly fascinating stuff!

So tell me - if you were going to confess....what would it be? I won't tell anyone - promise! ;-)

Link up below!!

True Mom Confessions

I recently stumbled on a website called True Mom Confessions. On this site, anyone can anonymously leave a confession. There's everything from silly confessions, like a mom not wanting to match all of the socks together and going out and buying more, to serious stuff, like a mom having to get tested for STDs after discovering her husband had cheated.
It's sickly fascinating.
So I decided to do my own True Mom Confessions, and I invite you to leave me some confessions in my comments. If they're really deep, dark secrets, feel free to leave them anonymously. Free your mind, get the burden off of your shoulders...confess to me!

Here are mine.

1. I had Post Partum Depression after my first child was born, but I was so ashamed that I never admitted it or got help. Things were so different 15 years ago, it was so taboo back then. I thought if I had PPD it meant I wasn't happy to have my son, or to be a mother.

2. Some of you already know this, but I was not quite 20 when I had my first child. He was born in March, I turned 20 in May. I was married when he was conceived, and he was a sort-of planned pregnancy. (no BC used, we decided to see what happened for that month and go from there. T-bone happened!)

3. I had to go back to work when he was 6 weeks old and it ripped my heart out. I eventually got fired from that job because when he was sick, I stayed home with him. He had asthma and chronic ear infections, so I stayed home a lot. Losing that job was one of the best things that ever happened to me.

4. When my second child was born, my (now-ex) husband wanted me to go back to work when she was 6 weeks old, too. I couldn't do it. I stayed at home with my kids and I loved it. I also watched other children in my home for extra money.

5. Supposedly, my "refusal to work" was one of the things that my ex hated about me and contributed to the end of our marriage. I wouldn't change it for the world. I loved my time staying at home with all three of my kids, and the separation and then divorce from my ex was one of the best things that ever happened to me.

6. I had a lot of fun after my divorce, on the weekends that my kids were with their dad. Way too much fun. Partying, drinking, doing the things that most people do in college, which I never did because I was married and having kids. I look back upon that time fondly. I didn't expose my kids to any of that stuff. In fact, besides my now-husband, they only met one guy during that time, and he was just a friend.

7. A few months after I met my now-husband, he and his son moved in with me. My parents and sister were mortified. They thought it was horrible that I'd live with someone without being married, and 'expose my kids' to that. I don't regret that either. They now adore my husband and know that I wasn't just rushing into something stupid.

8. I am totally scatterbrained and disorganized in most ways. I forget things and lose things. I used to beat myself up over it. Now I just accept it and do the best I can.

9. I truly enjoy alone time. I do miss my kids, but I value time by myself, or with my husband. And I make the most of it.

10. I actually look forward to being a grandmother. Although I of course don't want it to happen any time soon, I think it'll be awesome to see my kids become parents, to be able to spoil my grandchildren, and to be able to play with babies and then give them back to their parents when they poop!

OK...spill your confessions to me!