Happy St. Patrick's Day lovelies. While I will not be partaking in any festivities today (#momlife), I will be partaking in another round of Confessional Thursday. Wanna join in on the fun? Link up with Jess here.
I confess that I need to get away. To get away from my job, get away from this wind, rain and snow and this major funk that I am in. Everything seems to be stressing me out and it is finally taking its toll on me.
I confess that I am overwhelmed with how much money I am going to have to shell out next month. Where is it going to come from? Out of thin air or my ass? Taxes are due, car registration is due ($380), season tickets for football, our Mexico trip and our normal expenses. Childcare is expensive. And we put in a request for the girls one week off from daycare next month, so we could get a break on childcare, but it was denied since next month is the girls one year anniversary there. You can't use it until AFTER their one year hits which is April 20th. Ugh. Why does it all come at once?
I confess that ever since I didn't get my promotion at work, my heart hasn't been in it at work. It was such a let down and I am constantly reminded that I didn't get it by the douche bone that did. #willheevershutup
I confess that I am in a dinner rut. I like to make dinner at home because it is easier with the girls, cheaper and less time, but figuring out new recipes is tough. Mainly because we like the same things over and over again. Mexican, Italian and burgers. What are your favorite weeknight dinners?
I confess that not going to the gym the last three weeks has taken its toll on my mental health. I love going to the gym to relieve my stress and things that are weighing on my mind. I went yesterday (a few days earlier than I was supposed to), but I was only able to walk on the treadmill and about 5 minutes of the elliptical. Baby steps.
I confess that I am scared to go on my work trip next month. I don't know how I am going to spend a week away from my girls. And since I won't be in the country, I won't get daily text messages with their pictures or get to facetime them everyday. It will literally break my heart.
I confess that the movie Room weighed heavy on my heart. I just can't even imagine what happened with Joy and Jack. It makes me worry and fear for my children when they get older. I just hope we instill the dangers of strangers to our children enough.
I confess that my husband's birthday is next week and everything I have tried to do for his birthday or get him has fell through. I feel like the world's worst wife and need to get my shit together for his birthday. Ugh.
And those are my confessions. Sorry for the downer confessions, but this is the time I feel like I can really just get it out there and not have judgements.
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