To be honest, I didn't want to come to work today. Tyler and I had our morning struggles getting him dressed and out the door on time. We do this daily. I thought it would become routine, but 2 years later, it hasn't. It put me in a bad mood and I carried that with me to the office.
To be honest, I haven't been feeling all that lively with this pregnancy. I would rather lie in bed in the evenings than water and weed or go for walks. I am much more uncomfortable.
To be honest, I wish my husband took more, and better photos of me.
To be honest, I worry about our little house, and how adding an infant in to the mix is going to make everyone seem like they are standing on each other.
To be honest I am really looking forward to staying home and not coming in to work. But I am also worried that I will struggle with depression during the short days, and long winter.
To be honest my garden is not what I had hoped for this year. I am still missing something to make my squash not fall off the vines.
And honestly, if I could take kids on hikes and get paid for it (like I did last week), I would probably not be as cranky today as I am.