I confess: I really hate Play-Doh. I mean, I loved it as a kid and I let Jack have some (just because I hate it now doesn't mean he can't have it - he loves the stuff), but it smells funny and I absolutely cannot take it when the colors get mixed. Plus it's always getting left out and then it dries up and gets all crumbly. Then those gross little crumbles end up all over the table and floor (how are they so dry and sticky at the same time???) and I have to sweep a million times. But I soldier on and fake it till I make it whenever Jack says, "Mommy, play Play-Doh with me. Make bricks for house."
I confess: I'm really nervous about 2016. I don't exactly make resolutions, but like most everyone else, I feel like the slate has been wiped clean and I have a chance to start fresh with changes in my life for the new year. I'm worried that I'm going to set my standards too high for the new year, crash and burn, feel like a failure, and make no progress forward. I'm working on making attainable goals that are specific, measurable, and realistic for this year, so hopefully that helps. But I'm still worried I'm going to go down in a giant self imploding fireball of doom and failure.
I confess: I forgot my shoes when we went out of town for Christmas, and instead of wearing sneakers with my nice dresses for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day dinners, I decided to show up at my Grandma's house barefoot. Classy, I know, but my family doesn't care and my toes looked super cute. Plus, it was (unfortunately) unseasonably warm for the holidays so my toes didn't freeze. Even if it was cold I would've gone barefoot, though, and no matter the temperature, I probably would've kicked off my shoes as soon as I arrived anyway.