Confession Sunday.

Well, I don't have anything super juicy that I came up with this week that I would tell you about.

I do, however, have two little mediocre confessions that may equal one really cool one.

First, if you can't already tell or don't know my husband and I that well (That rhymed. Yes, I have many talents.) we are kind of dorky and silly. So, we have this thing we do; we race to get our child out of his bed every morning. Race. Mmm hmm...I am talking elbowing and knocking one another down just to be the first one to get into the baby's room. He is the highlight of our day and he is SO excited when we open his door and hollar like lunatics "Good morning!!!!!" and we each simply want to get in there first. Ha! So dumb. But so true.

Secondly, one of the faucets in the kitchen sink blew off late last week, so now we have no water in the kitchen while we wait for the replacement part to be delivered. I am now doing dishes in the bath tub and bathroom sink. So very cool. There are pots and pans stacked on towels on the bathroom floor drying off at this very moment. You should see it--awesomeness. That's not really a confession...but the bathroom looks so trashy and I look so stupid crouched over the bath tub scrubbing away.

Love,
Modern-day Cinderella Extraordinaire