Confessions

[Anonymous]

I confess I feel like it's grade school all over again when I go to pick up my kid from school. I can't wait for the bell to ring so I can get away from the fake smiles and catty talk.

[Anonymous]

I confess that each month i secretly hope (and fantasize) that I am pregnant by accident so i don't have to make the tough choice about whether to have another or not.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I confess I feel like it's grade school all over again when I go to pick up my kid from school. I can't wait for the bell to ring so I can get away from the fake smiles and catty talk.

Yippee! I'm not alone. I pick my kid up a little later to avoid them.

[Anonymous]

I confess that whenever we go out to breakfast, I let DS drink creamer cups and eat packets of jelly. It is the only way for DH and I can have a relaxing meal.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I confess I feel like it's grade school all over again when I go to pick up my kid from school. I can't wait for the bell to ring so I can get away from the fake smiles and catty talk.

Yippee! I'm not alone. I pick my kid up a little later to avoid them.

Definitely not alone. I pick mine up late by accident, but on the rare occasion I am on time, I remind myself not to do it again....

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I confess that whenever we go out to breakfast, I let DS drink creamer cups and eat packets of jelly. It is the only way for DH and I can have a relaxing meal.

LOL! Literally.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I can't wait for the bell to ring so I can get away from the fake smiles and catty talk.

OK, now I'm curious, especially since a couple other people gave a quick "amen" to your comment. Can you give me an example of what you mean by "catty talk"? I can understand the fake smiles and fake small talk, but that's just what often happens when you're forced to talk to people you don't really know well. But what do you mean by "catty talk"? Just not something I've ever experienced. I am imagining ridiculous dialogue from a 1980s John Hughes movie, complete with not-subtle put-downs about clothes and hair. Could you give some real-life examples?

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I confess that whenever we go out to breakfast, I let DS drink creamer cups and eat packets of jelly. It is the only way for DH and I can have a relaxing meal.

I do that, too! My DD loves the creamer cups and I end up having to cut her off after the 8th or 9th...

[Anonymous]

I want pizza.

[Anonymous]

I am bored by the conversations I have with my 3.5 yr old son. I thought I would find them so fun and fascinating now that he is actually articulate enough to converse. No. They are boring.

I am not bored by the conversations I have with my toddler (18 months). It is such a thrill to watch her learn new words. She is so delighted at everything I say to her and is excited to navigate new vocabulary.

I dont like my kids' hair.

I sometimes like one of my kids more than the other (eg see above!) and feel bad about it.

I dont get down on the floor with them enough and really play

I beat myself up as a mom. Way too much

[Anonymous]

I wish we could be rich without having to have my husband work 12 hour days. As it is he works 12 hour days and we are not rich. I know I am a brat. But this is a confession thread so there you are. I stay at home right now and even if i went back to work I dont make a ton of money.
I think I want to win the lottery. Or maybe I could marry my daughter off to some rich kid.
Just kidding. Sort of

[Anonymous]

I have several that have already been mentioned, but let me list them anyway:

1. While I don't think I married the wrong man, I do have the one man that got away, and think about him every few months.

2. I wish my husband was more assertive. With everyone but me.

3. I think one of my sisters is a bad mother, a selfish daughter, and not a great sister. But we are very close, and get along surprisingly well. Go figure.

4. I wish I could be a SAHM.

5. Some days when I do spend the whole day at home with my baby, I wish I was ridiculously wealthy so I could be a SAHM and also have a nanny, and a housekeeper.

6. I honestly don't know how I would handle more than one kid. I cannot fathom how all your mothers do it. I can barely keep up with one, and work, and take care of the house, and have some downtime. But I really want one or two more kids.

I could go on forever...but that's it for now.

[Anonymous]

21:32 here.

The one that got away...that was 8 years ago. I just realized how crazy it is that I still think about him. Maybe because I don't think he ever knew how much I really loved him?

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I can't wait for the bell to ring so I can get away from the fake smiles and catty talk.

OK, now I'm curious, especially since a couple other people gave a quick "amen" to your comment. Can you give me an example of what you mean by "catty talk"? I can understand the fake smiles and fake small talk, but that's just what often happens when you're forced to talk to people you don't really know well. But what do you mean by "catty talk"? Just not something I've ever experienced. I am imagining ridiculous dialogue from a 1980s John Hughes movie, complete with not-subtle put-downs about clothes and hair. Could you give some real-life examples?

How about your post?

[Anonymous]

We were just sitting here and admist the quiet tapping of the keyboard, we hear f***ing h*ll coming from the bathroom from DS trying to get his pants off to go to the loo. DH shot daggers at me (because DH never swears). I just said Oh well its about time he got something from his mother, only took 3 years lol. But seriously, now DH wonders if he's talking like this at nursery... I think I'd just die a thousand deaths if the teacher told me he was doing it there.