Alas, I CONFESS:
- I haven't been active on Instagram because I've been so sick, I haven't showered in dayssssss. Six days was my record actually. There is no filter strong enough for six days of unwashed hair. Nobody needs to see that ugliness. Speaking of ugly, when I do pull up the IG, I'm seeing a lot of crazy looking pics. Why would you put that out in the public sphere?! And if your finger is "post" happy and you put it out there anyway, why would you NOT filter that out?! No need to define what "that" is. Go to the IG and see for yourself.
|When people put crazy looking (aka BAD) photos on Instagram, I be like...|
- I'm really not liking this season of Game of Thrones. WTF, GoT? I'm losing interest fast. Not even large amounts of wine are making this season better, and wine makes everything better, so that says a lot.
|This season's GoT make me be like...|
- I ate macaroni and cheese THREE times this week. It's like I don't even know myself anymore. It's also like I don't want my pants to fit anymore. Get it together, Paige.
|Miss J was my modeling coach in 2008-09. I KNOW he be like "!!!!" if he knew what I was eating...|
- I'm wayyyyyyy too excited that Henry starts preschool in two weeks. Here's what society/mom blogs think I should be thinking: "I can't believe my baby is old enough for preschool! Time went too fast, slow down! Can't I just always keep him with me? What am I going to do without my baby!?"
Here's what I'm actually thinking: "Hell yes you're finally old enough to do something on your own! That was a rough year kid, but you're still alive and I'm still alive and you're actually a pretty kick ass kid, so it all worked out. Now go make some friends and some finger paint art for our fridge so we can fist bump to your awesomeness when I pick you up at 2pm."
|Getting 10 hours a week of baby-free time and I be like...|
And to conclude, this is how me and all the well-adjusted, realistic moms will be walking out of the first day of summer session preschool. If you're the guilt-ridden crying type, use a different door so we have room to properly celebrate.
Happy Hump Day friends! Those are my deepest, highly edited confessions.