Pretend You Are All Priests

and what I say in this post as far as confessions goes no further than me and all of you.

I haven't been completely honest with all of you. It's true. I hold back some things. Mostly things that I'm embarrassed or ashamed about. Things that I think will prevent people from thinking I'm awesome - which I am only some of the time.

As you read through this post it will explain why this is not a typical Friday post.

Here it goes:

• I didn't finish a single project this week. I got some closer to being finished, but nothing to show off. By closer, I mean I got two of 9 panels of curtains hung.



• Lots of times I wait until a project is completely done before I post about it.



• Nothing makes me more cranky and out of sorts than kids waking up when it's still too dark to see what time it is.



• We had maggots. Gross, I know. Apparently some unsuspecting fly laid her eggs in between our floor boards. I thought at first that it was rice. I feel more than violated. They're under control now, as in dead, as in smothered in bleach in my front yard.



• I don't dress Meg till about 9am.



• Remember that one post where I said our shower was leaking? That was a lie. It was like a torrential flood into our basement. We had to get the bathroom completely re coated, it looks really great now and....no flooding.



• Some months I buy too much fabric and we have no money left over for food by the end of the month. We have food, it's just nothing terribly exciting.



• Elizabeth rides the bus home from school. The bus stop is about three houses down from ours. I leave the other girls home taking naps while I go pick her up. I'm gone for about seven minutes. Please don't call the CPS.



• Our neighbor has some sort of large 'indoor' lap pool. I really hope he invites us over to go swimming some time.



• We have a large back hoe sitting in our front yard. We have mounds of random dirt scattered throughout our yard. Some things just take heavy machinery to accomplish.



• I lost some pillows. The logical conclusion is that they're in the basement somewhere in one of the 25 boxes still unpacked. I hope it's true.



• I try to get Adeline to play babies so I can be the kid and take a nap. Barbies are not so conducive to napping.



• Bryce and I have not agreed on a single boy name.



• I don't really like bananas or cooked carrots.

I think that's it. Feel free to leave a confession, I promise to read it, sympathize with you, and then erase it from my memory, which is kind of what I'm hoping you'll do for me.

Katie