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Sometimes I get tired of telling kids to stop picking their nose/teeth/private parts and just try to look the other way.
I fast forward through the slow bits of p90x to get it done with sooner.
I count audio books listened to as books I’ve read.
I drink a Diet Coke everyday and begin to panic when I’m running low and there are no sales (cuz I will NEVER pay grocery store normal price for soda!)
I “accidentally” forget to look under my kids’ beds and dressers when inspecting their clean up job.
Sometimes… Rice is a veggie at dinner time.
I bought the kids almost nothing for Christmas and really hope the extended family got them a few fun gifts.
I almost never clean the bathroom. I keep hoping someone will surprise me with some free maid service and I wouldn’t want to clean right before the maid came. 😉
I go to sleep before my kids do on most nights.
The only background music I can stand is Christmas music.
Clutter stresses me out more than deadlines.
I screen 99% of all phone calls, and the 1% of the time that I pick up, there us a 100% chance it’s a telemarketer.
I have possibly taken perfectly good zip lick bags out of the trash in my classroom so that I can wash and re-use at home.
Spill it… what do you have to confess?