Mommy Confessions

Here's another post from Honest Mom. 
These made me laugh and do that I-know-what-you-mean nod. Also, here's a few confessions of my own:
--When someone comes to my house, even if I've just spent hours cleaning it, I always apologize for the mess. I think I hope that they think that the house is at it's messiest and think, "wow! It's not messy at all. What a great homemaker." Because if people saw my house at its worst, they would think, "Maybe this house should be condemned? What does this woman do all day?!"
--I sometimes growl at my children. Sometimes I just get so frustrated that I just growl out of frustration. It was all good until my three-year-old started copying me. Grrrrrrr.
--I hide candy and eat it in secret so that I don't have to share with my kids (and sometimes my hubbie). It's really my first born's fault. He's the one that gave me the sweet tooth when I was pregnant with him. Unfortunately, I had the baby but the sweet tooth just never went away!
Come on, moms, what's your confessions?

IN WHICH I MAKE GOOFY CONFESSIONS FOR ALL OF FACEBOOK TO READ.

It all started with an innocent confession as I sat in a chair in my daughter’s room, waiting for her to fall asleep.

Yes, I do that.

And apparently a lot of you do, too. Because when I admitted it on Facebook, 100 people liked it and 28 people chimed in, confessing they did the same thing.

Hmmmm, I thought. We are honest moms, indeed.

So I fessed up to this one:

Hundreds of people admitted to doing the EXACT SAME THING.

Not only that, but I was thrilled to read that many of you also forget your wet laundry in the dryer for days and rewash it because it gets stinky. And re-dry your clothes in the dryer over and over, hoping it’ll get the wrinkles out.

We are a sisterhood of laundry avoiders.

Next, I admitted that I may not always be attending to official business when I’m in the bathroom:

Me too! chorused the masses. I, too, do whatever it takes to get in a game of Words With Friends or play on Facebook for 10 minutes!

But some of you poor mamas have kiddos who won’t let you even tend to your needs in the loo alone. I remember those days.

Now, however, my kids just bang on the door and proclaim they need me RIGHT NOW MAMA because they must have a snack / are dying of thirst / need help with putting on a fairy costume IMMEDIATELY.

And really, unless I hear crying or screaming? I tune them out.

Then, as I was thinking about my oh-so-riveting social life on Saturday night, I threw up a quick question on Facebook:

“Ah, another fabulous, exciting Saturday night, folding laundry before crashing at 9:45pm. Good times, good times. Is anyone’s night as riveting as mine? Or do some of you actually, you know, do stuff and go places?”

Apparently I am not alone. You people are as boring as me. My laundry folding and TV watching was frankly a big wild party compared to some of you. Martinis and Minivans busying herself by chowing down multiple Little Debbie snack cakes. Mrs. HouseTalkN herself was in her jammies by 8pm. And one mom wasn’t even aware it was Saturday.

Today, to round up my series of confessions, I told the Facebook masses about my guilty little secret:

I don’t exactly hurry my way through the grocery store when I get to go alone. I may even dawdle. You, too, huh?

“As refreshing as a trip to the spa,” agreed one mom. And RachRiot loves her grocery getaway, too: “It’s like a little vacay, plus my grocery store plays kick-ass ’80′s music. WIN.”

So many moms, so many confessions, so fun to read. I still can’t get over the fact that I am not the only one who is hopelessly laundry-challenged.

I feel like this woman might be my long lost sister...=)