pre-confession: i wrote this post – like – 2 months ago….
i confess. i have been pouting. ever since the “look” i got from paul (see previous post) i haven’t wanted to write a new post because that post needed (NEEDED!!!) to take it’s place as leader of the posts until i was done – you know – hitting him in the arm – hard.
2nd confession. i played hooky with our 3 youngest boys today. like, for real. we went fishing. urban fishing. mom fishing. i spent most of the time pulling hooks out of trees and saying “boys! talk nice!” and “boys! you want mommy to LIKE fishing don’t you??”. i ate a pizza lunchable right along with them. now that’s devotion.
3rd confession. after popping in an “all boys lunch” into the oven to honor our all boys day – chicken nuggets, hot wings, and super pretzels – i thought maybe the grout in between the tile in our kitchen could use some bleach and a toothbrush so i gave it a go. in between “boys! get your feet off the walls!” and “boys! you want mommy to LIKE you don’t you??” i scrubbed my heart out for about 3 minutes before realizing 2 things:
1. this grout is not actually supposed to be black.
2. i hate scrubbing grout. i will never do it again. voluntarily.
then i threw away the last of the pretzels and jello only to hear a call from the bathroom “mom!!! i not done eating yet…” which leads me to my final confession…..what the 5 year old doesn’t know about his pretzel and jello won’t hurt him.