I didn't write any of my confessions down ahead of time this week, but I'm sure I could think of a few off the top of my head...
The boys' birthday is next week and I have planned exactly nothing. We have one gift for Cohen, an Elmo t-shirt and that's it!
I put on jeans for the first time in weeks earlier this week.
I have been trying and trying to clean and I usually just end up making bigger messes.
I bit the bullet and got Cohen a backpack/leash and now I want to use it just to walk him down the street so he can walk and I don't have to chase him.
I totally forgot about my own birthday until Danny said something about it the day before. And it was even my golden birthday!
Sounds like I'm going for the worst mother of the week award! Or at least the mother with the least amount of brain cells!