It's time for another edition of Confession Session. Sometimes you just have to get some things off your chest.
I haven't blown dry, curled or flat ironed my hair in nearly a week. I get out of the shower, throw it up into a bun and let it air dry. When I take it out of the bun I'm left with this wavy mess of long hair. I like to think of it as homeless hippie chic. I could use the "I have a new baby" excuse... but my baby sleeps through the night. I only look like a tired, haggard momma.
I've eaten PB&J at least once a day for the past four days. It's fast. It's tasty. And I tell myself it's healthy because it's reduced fat peanut butter and fruit (ahem...raspberry preserves) on high fiber bread. Please don't ruin my illusion by telling me otherwise. Did you know it tastes better if you cut it into fourths? Scientific fact.
If you drop by my house on any given day, you're likely to find me in PJs. I simply don't understand the point in getting all dressed up to sit around the house. Most days Blaire and I play, read and take walks. I cook dinner and do a little housework. All of that can be done in a t-shirt in yoga pants. So that's what I wear. If we're meeting someone for lunch or running errands, I'll get dressed. Otherwise, comfort is key.
I'm tired of hearing people bitch about Christmas decorations. If you prefer not to decorate until after Thanksgiving, don't. But does it really ruin your Thanksgiving to see Santa in the mall in November? Don't we all have bigger problems? I mean, they cancelled Community for crying out loud! (Okay, it's not technically cancelled but it's not being aired in the spring. Not a good sign.)
To be completely honest, I've been throwing myself a big ol' pity party about going back to work. I have a great job. I work with good people. I should be thankful that I have such a good job to return to. I know all this. But I can't stop myself from being so sad about the thought of leaving her five days a week. I have LOVED being home with her. I'm so sad it has to end. This Thanksgiving is going to be very dangerous. I'll have to resist the temptation to eat my feelings because most of my work clothes still don't fit. How many days in a row do you think I can get away with wearing black dresses before people start asking whether I'm a witch?
This confession is particularly shameful for me. I have started watching daytime television. This alone is probably proof I need to get back to work. I find myself turning on the Today show and leaving it on in the background. (We won't get started on what passes for news on that show. Pippa Middleton getting dumped is NOT NEWS. Okay, sorry...couldn't help myself.) I've seen more episodes of Regis and Kelly than I care to admit. If you're wondering, the Regis farewell tour is in full effect. And the new daytime cooking/talk show The Chew has even made an appearance on my DVR.
Oh, and I started watching episode 1 of Revenge on the iPad the other day while I was feeding B...and now I'm hooked. It's so bad, it's good.
That's quite enough confessions from me. Anything you need to get off your chest? Feel free to leave your confession in the comments!