#1. Sunday Confessional
I still wear maternity jeans for no reason other than they are sooooooo comfortable.
#2. Sunday Confessional
Zuul gets to watch cartoons every morning. It’s that or I don’t get breakfast.
#3. Sunday Confessional
I’m a very honest person. I scoop my dog’s poop, never jaywalk, bide by “walk left stand right” on escalators, hold doors for pretty much anyone. A regular Dudley Doright.
Somehow, my “mommybrain” has turned me into a kleptomaniac. In the past two weeks I’ve walked out of a store with teething pads I meant to pay for, almost made it all the way home with a shopping cart and waltzed right onto a bus without paying my fare.
I’m so ashamed, so I’ve made it a new rule that I’m not to go shopping alone if Zuul’s given me a rough night.
#4. Sunday Confessional
All I got from reading the breastfeeding diet is the “you need more calories.” bit.
Challenge accepted.
#5. Sunday Confessional
I’ve caught myself using dog commands with Zuul. Mainly “Drop it.”.
I kid you not, she listens.
And there you have them. We're all caught up now.
See you next Sunday for Subversive Mom mass.
