Confessional

I'm exhausted, people. Tuesdays are crazy days around here--swim lessons for Wiggle Man, I teach music lessons in the afternoon before heading out the door for orchestra rehearsal after dinner.

But...dinner's in the crock pot, Wiggle Man is sleeping (I hope) and I am taking advantage of a few minutes of silence to blog before I: bake, do my hair, practise to warm up for tonight and clean the living room and piano room before my students get here. Sigh.

I thought Tuesday would make a lovely day for confession. So here's the nitty gritty:

*I hate emptying the dishwasher. I know, I know, I'm thankful I have one, so that I don't have to write about how I hate washing dishes. But there's just something about taking 5 minutes to empty the dishwasher that makes me procrastinate until my sink is filled with dirty dishes.

*Speaking of dishwashers, I wash everything in there--pots, pans, mixing bowls, you name it, if it's a dish, it goes in there. (Except the china. That I will hand wash.) The ability to throw dirty nasty dishes into a big box, add soap, press a button, and voila, clean dishes is why I signed up for the thing in the first place. None of this hand washing pots for The Missus.

*Potatoes that have sprouted really, really, REALLY creep me out. To the point of almost (almost) physically jumping back when I see it.

*I really straighten my hair because it feels better. I say it's because it's easier with Wiggle Man (who often feels the need to "brush" my hair with any object he can find...like a thermometer) but really it's just because my curly, fluffy hair feels all gross around my face.

*I'm convinced I play my instruments and sing better with straight hair.

*I feel human when I've had 9 hours of sleep the night before. 8 just doesn't cut it.

*I have applied hand lotion 4 times since lunch. It's 2:17.

*This whole post was an exercise in procrastination. But I think you'll forgive me.