So Leah tagged everyone who reads her blog, and since I read it, I guess i have to post seven secrets! Here they are in no particular order.
1. On days that I feel like a bad mom, I watch Chloe with her babies and then I know I have to be doing something right.
2. I hate the way clothes fit me right now, so whenever I have money to go shopping I end up discouraged and spend the money on Chloe, who currently has enough clothes to outfit at least one other little girl, probably two.
3. I am always scared that I'm going to offend somebody, so I keep my mouth shut a lot when I have something to say, and my house is full of stuff that I can't get rid of because I might hurt some one's feeling if I do.
4. It really frustrates me when people act like being a stay at home mom isn't a job. I'd like to see them do what I do in a day and tell me that it isn't work to wash poop out of stuff, plus cook, clean, and cater to the demands of a toddler 24/7. This one really irks me A LOT! Honestly, it makes me want to hit people. (On a little side note, I have only had to clean one poopy pull up in the last 2 weeks. Every other time, I've had to clean a potty chair bowl out.)
5. I made my very first, by myself (well, with Chloe's help), rice crispie cake last night. The best thing about it is watching Chloe eat it one rice crispie at a time.
6. Sometimes I wonder what life is like beyond Chloe. I love her beyond words, but I sometimes wish that there was a little bit of my life that was about me.
7. I'm pregnant!!!
Ha ha! Fooled you all! but wouldn't that be a great secret to end this on! Ummm.... I'm having trouble thinking of another......Oh! Got one! One of my favorite sounds is kid's singing worship songs! To me, that's what heaven is going to sound like. One of my favorite kids to hear sing is Latisha Martens. I always loved when she'd sit with me in church and then she'd stand on the chair behind me during worship and sing her little heart out. I would be almost crying at the honesty of her worship. It must be that whole faith like a child thing. Man, I wish I had more of that!
There you go. Seven things about me you probably didn't know! Now I'm going to do like Leah and say that if you read this, you have to leave a secret and then go and write seven different ones of your own.
18 comments:
That was a cruel trick! I was so excited for you...for 5 seconds and then you burst my little bubble.
I also hate when people used to ask me if I worked. I would sometimes say 'no' but having 7 kids at home, most of them teenagers at one time, usually at least 2 dogs, all my horses and the LAUNDRY...need I say more. I still am not sure how I did it. And my kids never went to school without home made cookies.
Something you didn't know about me?...I still often feel like a bad mother even though my kids are all gone. Maybe you always do from time to time.
You are mean, mean, MEAN! I was so excited! Honestly, my heart skipped a little beat when I saw the picture and then read the words. Then, like Auntie Mitz, My joy was shattered. I forgot who your father was, but only for a second. Something you may not know about me . . . I hate mean jokes.
Oh This is SO much fun!! So far, the best response was Trav's! He IMed me and was all put out because he had to find out on my blog! Like I wouldn't phone him and tell him!
you know, now you have to tell me first... it's the rule... i just made it up... but it's the rule
You didn't fool me. We talk on the phone enough that I new it couldn't be true. Too bad.
Good joke though.
Sorry Trav, when it comes to what's going on with my body, i make the rules! :)
Yep, you got me for a second too. You are right, if you watch Chloe playing with her babies, you have definately done something right!!
At 53 years of age there are no more secrets in my life. Everything has been told. Not this. When I was in grade 5 I did something bad in school along with some other boys and we were sent to the office to receive our just rewards. Billy Ginther stood there all stoic, and let the guy beat him. Not a tear out of him. I forget the other guys name but after a few whacks with the strap he started to cry. I was last and as he motioned for me to come to him, I broke out crying. I don't mean I leaked a little, I was bawling my eyes out. I think the teacher thought I might not make it if he touched me with the strap. He looked at me just wailing in his office, said " I haven't even touched you yet" I just looked at him and howled all the more. At that point, he told me to stop and than he let us go. Billy looked at me with disgust in his eyes for at least a week. I don't know what happened to me, but I just couldn't stop crying.
John, Who cares how tough you weren't. You got out of a strap. I'd say that makes you the bigger man ( or kid) Billy Ginther was probably thinking "Why didn't I do that?"
First, I'm the most gullible person alive, and I totally fell for that. Cruel.
My secret:
When I go to other peoples houses and use their bathroom, I always look in their tub. I feel like a little snoop, and I guess that's true, but I do it anyway. I'm curious about what shampoo they use or soap and stuff.
Melanie, I can't believe you do that. You don't have to look into my bath. It's right out there for the world to see. No curtain no nothing. Just a big old tub. Feel free to snoop, you snoop.
Mitz I can't believe you didn't know that about Melanie. She's been doing it for years. I remember when she was little she would go in our washroom and dump out our shampoo every time she came over. Hopefully you're past dumping the ones you don't like Mel.lol Uncle Marv
I thought she may have grown out of that habit. I guess not!
congrats on becoming and auntie. It's the best thing ever!! maybe that's because I'm not a mom yet, but it's still pretty cool. Nope, I don't dump shampoo, I NEVER touch anything, but I still peek.
like i said on my secrets post, i probly have a million secrets, haha. here's one more: i hate perfect girls, those ones who are perfectly shaped, perfectly pretty, really nice, have lots of friends, have nice cars, nice clothes, all that stuff. i don't even give them a chance to be my friend, because i already hate them because i'm jealous of them that they've got it all. it's mean, i know, that's one of those things about myself that i don't like... but it's hard to change...
This is Carlie, I got a new blog :)
OK Cindi, it's time for a new post with pictures of You know who(no not Dax). I am going through serious Chloe withdrawl. I don't like it. Pleeeeease????
You know what, I have a feeling that every good mom worries that they're not a good mom. I think that if you care that much to worry, then you're doing things right. If you never worried, and thought you were just the best mom in the world, I think that's when you're not. Doubting yourself, although likely annoying, just shows me, at least, how great you are.
Haha! Nice trick! I was about so say... um... isn't your sister pregnant, too?! I don't think it was cruel, I think it was awesome. I laughed. And I laughed when everyone thought it was cruel.
You'd never made rice krispie cake on your own before?! Wait... you know what, neither have I!
I've already done this post, but I suppose I'll share another secret. This secret is brought to you by the result of taking Gravol to try and sleep on a completely empty stomach:
I absolutely HATE throwing up. I hate it, hate it, hate it. I'm like a child whenever I get sick to my stomach. I refuse to acknowledge that I have to. I will do ANYTHING to not have to throw up. I whine about it, and I cry (not just tears, but actual, full-blown crying) every single time, and if at all possible, I will NOT throw up by myself. I know he can't stand it, but it means a lot when Kyle will come with me and hold my hair while I cry and barf. It's sad, but true.
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