Sunday Confessions

Today is Sunday. I've decided to dedicate Sundays to confessing things about my universe that need saying. Don't expect a coherent pattern to any of it, it's just my way to declutter my mind and concience. :)

• I confess I have a laundry pile that very closely resembles one of the Alps. Sometimes, late at night, I hear faint yodeling...
• I confess my mother was the one who sorted said laundry pile. Thanks mom. :)
• I confess that at 2:04pm, Finnigan is still in (half) his pajamas, sitting in his bumbo eating a cookie.
• I confess that Banana Arrowroot does not come out of anything. Ever.
• I confess that although I know nobody yet knows about this blog, and that this is only my second post, I'm still a little bit dissapointed that I've received no comments. I feel so in-sig-nificant. *Edit: Thank you for my FIRST comment Malisa! Mucho Hugs! :)
• I confess that my two daughters drive me absolutely bat-shit crazy, but I can't imagine life without them.
• I confess my blog just became pg-13 due to my last confession. ;)
• I confess I hide sweets from my daughters and husband, otherwise I don't get any.
• I confess that the next person who tells me I have a shopping problem isn't getting anything EVER from me that costs more than a hug.
• I confess I fold laundry two loads at a time because it seems like less that way.
• I confess that the one-way feud between my husband and the news lady on A-Channel makes me giggle.
• I confess I really couldn't care less about the Superbowl if I TRIED. However, I've heard that Superbowl Sunday is one of the biggest days of the year for organ transplants, both coming and going. I guess that's something.

*This post has been edited. Repeatedly.