Confessions

I habitually check dooce.com and quintessentialmom.wordpress.com/ for updates.
I ate one-sixth of a pint of Ben and Jerry's Dublin Mudslide today.
I drink way too much tea.
I love Mad Russians way too much.
I wake up my kids in the morning by kissing their foreheads and noses gently.
I fall into paroxysms of joy when I smell blooming things as I drive down the highway.
I actually enjoy doing laundry - but hate putting it away.
I suck at cleaning toilets and floorboards.
I often work at home and prefer it so much more than working in the office.
I want fervently to find a job that I love and am good at - so I never have to work in the legal field again. Ever.
I have a twisted sense of humor.
I spend more time reading, thinking or writing about things I want to do than actually doing them.
I fall asleep every time I try to meditate and often when I pray.
I am consumed by deep, heartfelt joy when I hug my children and bury my nose in their hair and squish them.
I write a lot. I draw a lot. My brain is often in some other world. If you see me in public, and I don't say 'hi', it is because I am somewhere else, not because I am blowing you off.
My children are the greatest blessing and gift ever in my life.
I love the feel of the sun on my skin.