Judging from the number of comments on my last Confessions post, we all need to get things off our chest sometimes. So because it’s Saturday, and because I’m bored, and because FringeMan is working, and because my house is mostly clean and my dishes are mostly washed….
I offer you Confessions, Round #2.
* I hate nothing more than opening and washing a container that has been in the refrigerator too long. You know the ones – the moldy fuzz growing on once edible leftovers that can now be used as a science project. My confession: I don’t wash them. I simply throw them out. Wasteful? Absolutely! I just can’t do it. I confess.
* I am a night snacker. I can go all day bypassing goodies and eating small portions or even nothing at all, but when evening comes, it’s all down hill. My favorite sit-on-the-couch-under-a-warm-blanket snack is a plate of tortilla chips with melted cheddar cheese on them. I cannot resist. I crave them. I truly believe I am deficient in corn. It’s the only logical reason for craving tortilla chips.
* I am afraid of heights. My stomach actually flipped while watching Ice Road Truckers Scariest Roads in The World (or whatever it’s called!). When Lisa was navigating those shocking roads in India where people drive like a stampede of wild elephants chasing peanuts, I died inside. Just a little. It takes all the courage I have to walk across a bridge, or stand by and let my children look off a balcony or something like that. Almost always, I must look away.
* I’ve been watching the alligator hunters on TV for the past couple of weeks and in some ridiculous way, I’ve enjoyed it. Maybe I am just glad I wasn’t born in the swamp. Maybe I am glad we don’t have alligators in the North, because I know if we did, FringeMan would hunt them too. Maybe I just like imagining myself in a pair of shiny alligator skin shoes. I don’t rightly know, but it’s been entertaining.
* You know how prepared I was for homeschooling right? I’m running out of stuff to do. No joke. It’s my son. He’s a fifth grader and he’s smarter than me. I’ll just go ahead and confess, but if you ever tell him, I’ll block you from my blog. I promise. I’ll do it as soon as I figure out how. You saw how much curriculum I bought, didn’t you? He needs more. I’m literally making extra stuff up for him to do as we go along. At this rate, I’ll have to order another set of curriculum by Christmas.
The other day he asked me if he could start his own blog. I hesitated, because now my child can tell stories about me.
Mom, for a quick second, I felt your pain.
All of it.
If you’re interested in seeing FringeBoy’s blog, let me know in the comments. I hesitate to link his blog to my own, because I’ve been getting lots (more than 100 a day) of hits off of a questionable site. His blog is blocked to search engines, so I’ll email you the link if you’d like to see it. If you have a child that also blogs, let me know. It will be something my son can read.