I am a mother!
I dress like a mom. Not that it's a bad thing. I just want something that doesn't totally scream mom. Even my hair is mom-like.
Because I am a mom I can not remember when I had my last haircut. The other day Rich was telling me he needed one. I said it had been months since I had one. Months people. My bangs touch the tip of my nose. It's time.
Back on my "mom" look...I was at the store yesterday, and I was getting warm--it was NOT a hot flash. I took my hoodie off and my shirt was TUCKED IN! Tucked in! What am I, 90???? I don't even know how I managed that.
I may dress and look like a mom, but at least I am not stuffing myself into pants that three sizes too small and wearing shirts that say "hottie" on them. Then I would have some real confessing to do.
What are you guilty of?