Can I admit, that it's been a hard week? Can I admit I've been relying on caffeine these days? Napping quite often? Not brushing my hair?
Can I admit I want, I need, a break?
Can I say "I want my mommy!"
Oh wait. I am the mommy. Never mind.
Can I admit I'm feeling like an all-sorts of failure these days? I have a four month old. Why do I sometimes still feel like I have a newborn?
Can I admit all I want to do is sit around watching bonnet flicks and eating dark chocolate brownies?
Can I admit that the biggest highlights of my week are:
A) The upcoming Bachelorette finale
B) The fact that I sent a friend a page or two of a new story to read - even though I'm maybe not ready to
Can I admit that I got too overeager on my workout and now my back is killing me and I haven't worked out since? And I groan every time I pick up my baby?
Can I admit I just had a second brownie?
Can I admit I have a wacky sense of humor? It's okay if you don't get it, but if you do, le's be friends.
Can I admit that I'm exhausted and shouldn't be operating heavy machinery, much less blogging?
Happy weekend and happy friday, y'all!
You can admit it all! (Love that there's Robin Sparkles in this post.) Stay the course, my friend. Your efforts will not be in vain. And eat all the brownies you want. (And so impressed - and envious - you're writing new stories; I keep feeling like I want to write, but can't figure out what...)
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