Friday Confessional ...

My cute blogger friend, Aly, plays along in this fun weekly Friday post ...

And since my brain has currently dried up of all things interesting besides the cuteness of my baby boy and his daily occurances, I thought I'd play along.

I confess that I'm not domestic.  At least the whole "keep your house company ready at all times" part of it.  The whole staying home and not working?  Oh I got that.  Don't get me wrong, I like for my house to APPEAR clean, but the actual act of dusting, vacuuming and all the other shenanagins that come along with cleaning, I. HATE.  And to make matters worse, the Mister is the opposite.  Not meaning he loves to clean, but he loves nothing more than to come home to a house that will pass the white glove test.  I really wish I were a Monica.  Friends?  Anyone?

I confess that I am terrible, TERRIBLE at commenting on other people's blogs.  So much so that I rarely do.  Which makes no sense because I so adore getting comments from my wonderful readers!  I swear there is something in C that will give me time to read someone's blog, click the comment button and as soon as I do it's like that click turns a button on in him to either be hungry, tired, wet, fussy (insert any emotion that causes mommy to tend to baby) and I forget.  But like I've said before, I READ, I READ!!!

I confess that I have been an emotional rollercoaster lately.  It's getting better but we have still yet to get off the ride.

I confess that my hair is not naturally blonde (not much of a confessional eh?)

I confess that I MIGHT be becoming a control freak.  Especially regarding our child.

I confess that I need an intervention for my addiction to reality TV.  The Bachelor, American Idol, RH of (insert city here), Bethenny Ever After.  "Hello, my name is Katie and I'm a reality show-a-holic."

I confess that SOMETIMES I become a little road rageous.  But I'm working on that since I have little ears with me at all times now.

I confess that I have an obsession with constantly decorating and redecorating our house.  This drives. the Mister. (and our bank account) CA-RAZY.

And that's it.  Come on.  Play along.  You know you wanna.