Confessions

I realized (too late) that my last post was a little braggy. So lest you think I am an iPad-weilding super hero ALL of the time, my alter-ego (mild-mannered stay-at-home-mom) has decided to share her most recent confessions:

I keep a bath mat under Emmy's high chair because it is way easier to shake it out than to mop the floor. I also feel better letting her eat off a mat than off of the floor (because a meal that spills onto the floor is a gift that keeps on giving). And no, those are not chopped onions on her mat. They are pieces of dried out cheese that I haven't gotten around to cleaning up. This is the bag of Oreos I bought two days ago to make our Easter dessert. I was the only one who knew they were in the house. Apparently, eating a few at a time adds up. Luckily sandals are on sale at Target, and they happen to carry Oreos....

I finally realized where all of Ben's missing shirts are: in the ironing basket I have been ignoring.

I like to think of myself as an environmentalist. A trait that probably stems from the one-minute shower rule my parents enforced during my childhood. I hate wasting water. I hate throwing things away. I am an avid recycler and re-user. I leave lights off as much as possible. And I only run the dishwasher when it is completely full. But I have realized I hate washing bottles more than I like saving the planet. So this is the new "full" at our house. You're on your own mother earth (I hope that doesn't come back to bite me).