I confess that I haven't felt the need to blog that much this week. I don't know if it is the short work week, the lack of sleep from my girls being sick last week or summer. But my motivation hasn't been here all week.
I confess that I really want to go to the celebrity golf tournament again this year, but it conflicts with a wedding we are going to and it's right around the time my sister-in-law is due to give birth and we want to visit them after the baby is born. But I want to see Justin Timberlake again. Ugh. Such is the life.
I confess that I wish I was back in Mexico on the rooftop deck with a nice cold beer in my hand.
I confess that I finally finished OITNB season 4 yesterday and I was so sad. I won't spoil it for those who haven't finished it, but wow. So many thoughts and ideas with how season 5 will open up. Too bad that is a year away.
I confess that I really only get to watch my Netflix shows when I am at the gym. At this rate, I will be done with Gilmore Girls in a few years. Ha.
I confess that my hair looks like complete crap lately. If you remember about 6 weeks ago, I got it colored in an ashy bayalage blonde. Well now six weeks later, the color is basically gone and I have at least two inches of roots on each side of my head. There are not enough curls to cover this s*it up. I am so thankful for my morning hair appointment. Too bad I have to miss work in the morning to get it done and then work the rest of the day.
But I confess that I am super stoked to sleep in tomorrow since I have a morning appointment. Rory will take the girls to daycare and himself to work and I can sleep in an extra two hours. Oh how glorious that will be.
I confess that this weather is ruining our fun evenings. I love summer and the heat, but 90+ degrees is killing our evening walks. I would love for the weather to be in the 80s so we can take our evening walks, leave the windows open and not have so many fires around. California is on fire and the smoke drifts in every evening. We need to get outside more. Fire go away and bring back the 80s. Thank you.
I confess that my husband thinks I am weird since I refuse to weigh myself at the gym. I refuse to weigh myself at all and I hate when I go to the doctor's office and they put me on the scale. He always wants to know how his weight fluctuates and if he gained weight on a work trip or vacation, but I just go off how I look in the mirror. So much simpler and less painful seeing the scale. Plus they are always different depending on which scale you use.
I confess that I can't wait for my niece or nephew to arrive in about a week or so, so I can cuddle the new baby and get all those new baby smells. I have some mad baby fever, but just can't right now. NO way can we afford another right now. And the thought of twins again. Yikes. No thank you. One set is perfect.
And that's all I have time for and what my brain can actually produce right now.