Sunday Confessionals

As advertised, I'm on Tumblr too. On Tumblr, I started these Sunday Confessionals and, because I fail as a blogger, I never cross-posted here on Blogger. So let me get you guys caught up.

#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.