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!