I confess that I haven't finished Rory's Father's Day gift yet. Total slacking, but I haven't had much time to put it all together. I have almost everything for his gift, but still need a few things and to put it all together. He has a softball game tonight, so hoping I can finish it then. I can't wait to shower my hubby for his special day.
I confess that I am super excited for lunch with my dad tomorrow. I am celebrating Father's Day with him early. Just my dad and I!
I confess that I am really feeling progress in my running. I can run for longer periods of time and at a faster pace. I can't wait to get back to where I was. I know it will be awhile before that happens, but goals people.
I confess that I have spent a lot of money on e-books recently. My love for reading is at an all time high again and I am downloading book after book. I just downloaded Me Before You to read while on vacation next week. But I am sure I will start it well before.
I confess that I am scared to try peanut butter with my girls. I really want them to be able to enjoy peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, peanut butter and apples, peanut butter and celery, but with their grandfather being allergic, I am scared to try it. And to make matters worse, a fellow twin mom (in my local area) gave it to her girls Tuesday night for the second time and one baby had a bad allergic reaction. The other did not. Ugh. I need to woman up and let them try it.
I confess that I am sad some of our family members won't be going on our vacation next week. Not only will we not enjoy their company, but less people to golf with and hang out with the babies.
I confess that I whined about my husband reading my blog this week. He never reads it and decided to on Monday and Tuesday. I normally wouldn't care, but with Father's Day coming up, I didn't want him to ruin a surprise or see something he may receive for Father's Day. Ugh.
I confess that I have a weird thing with odd ages. I am 32, going to be 33 very soon. I try not to think about it, but Rory keeps reminding me (by asking for gift ideas). For some strange reason, I think that even years (30, 32, 34, etc) are better years and that odd ones throw me off or aren't as good. It's stupid and something I need to get over.
I confess that I dislike NBA a lot, but I love watching the Warriors in the playoffs. Sure, I sound like a bandwagoner (is that even a word), but it is so fun to watch Curry dominate. But only at the playoffs.
I confess that we booked our trip to Oklahoma City/Norman. Why are we going there? Because that is where my best friend lives now and we miss them. Sure, I saw them last week, but we want to visit and go to an OU football game. We are only going Friday through Monday, but it is a long weekend away. And one without the girls. They will be staying with grandparents and it will be the longest Rory and I have been away from the girls together. But I can't wait!
And those are my confessions.