Forgive Me

I Confess:

• I hate bath time. Sure, they're white, naked bodies are cute and all, but every bath is an emergency room trip in the making.
• Sometimes, I'd rather do the dishes then vroom cars around on the floor.
• In the car, I have to resist turning the stereo up - way up - to drown out the incessant chin music coming from the back seat.
• Although we follow all the rules, I once-in-awhile want to break them and ply the kids with television and video games.
• Most the time when I'm reading books to the kids, I have no idea what the words are that are coming out of my mouth.
• I wish I could chill out more about such things as table manners, wrestling and messes.
• There are times when the line between imaginations and lies are so blurred, I have to fight the urge to quash the imaginations.
• Many days, the best part of the day, is the very end. Not when I'm working hard on some brilliantly written, informative and entertaining newspaper article or playing, taking care of and cuddling my lovely offspring - but when I'm sitting on the couch mindlessly flipping through a magazine or zoning out in front of some God-awful celebreality show.
• I don't think poop is as gross as it used to be.