Confessions

                                 {kids before church on Sunday}  

Confession #1
My husband is a much better bed-maker than I am.  He has a new habit of making it first thing every morning and I LOVE that.  He places all my fancy pillows and everything just how I like it.  It’s rubbing off on me, too. 

Confession #2
I am sad that my Girl Scout cookies are all gone.

Confession #3
I cannot bear to have my tables without centerpieces.  Kitchen table AND coffee table.  Must be decorated.  Simple, but not bare.  I grabbed fresh daffodils this morning to bring inside.  That’s the only reason I grow daffodils – one splendid week with a sunny yellow April table.
Same goes for my doors.  Must have wreaths.  Strider put away my Easter egg wreath from the front door three days ago and I have not replaced it yet.  I seriously have hives.

my tables as they are at this moment:

Confession #4
I have been sewing for over a year now and I am not exaggerating when I say I am no better than when I began.  I sewed some crude baby bibs last night and I cannot believe how terrible the stitching is.  Oh well.  Function over form, right?

Confession #5
My backyard is a mess.  Has been for years.  I want real grass, not weeds.  Expanded garden.  Play area.  Relaxing area.  I just don’t want the expense or the effort.  Bah.

Confession #6
I guess this isn’t a confession, but a mourning.  Why did all sports have to move to cable?  We don’t want cable right now; our family doesn’t need the expense, distraction, or extra monitoring that would come with it.  But as a sports fanatic it breaks my heart.  I’m not kidding – if I think about it too much I get extremely upset.  Listening to a huge game on the radio just doesn’t cut it.  BYU, Jazz, Penn State, whatever.  It kills me.

Confession #7
I wish I could hire a maid.  Then I wouldn’t feel guilty over the house cleaning I never get to.  Actually, then I would feel guilty that I wasn’t doing it all myself.  Isn’t that my job – to figure it all out?!  Scratch that.  No maid.  If it looks good, I want the credit, dang it.

Confession #8
I want a big trip to Costco every month that isn’t included in my grocery budget.  Like an extra bonus load.  Hmmm.  Have to work on that one.

Confession #9
I only bought Easter clothes for the three youngest.  Terrible, huh.

Confession #10
I wish for too many things.  Wheat grinder, new countertops, digital SLR camera, netbook.  I need to be content with my wonderful life in its current state.  I am over-the-top, out-of-this-world blessed.