The Ugly Truth

I’m 30 years old.

I have brown hair but sometimes like to make  it blonde or even red.

I work a minimum of 40 hours a week and see my kids a max of 20 hours a week.

I hate dishes in the sink when the dishwasher is unloaded.

I love my dog but secretly think about when I don’t have to clean black dog hair off of everything.

I think my kids resemble me.  Look past the red hair, people.

I’m grumpy with no sleep.

I have low self-esteem.

If you say you will call me back, call me back.

If I go to someone’s house to see it’s clean and well put together, I go home and try to mimic it.

Sometimes I feel excluded by being a working mom.

I have a need to be acknowledged.

I’ve failed to attend church for 3 years now with the excuse that there is not a good one near me.

Some days I favor Ryan.

I’m bad at speaking feelings.  I’m better at writing them.

I compare my life to other’s lives.