Friday confessions

In the spirit of change, I’m going to a confessions-style Friday list. So here are my Friday confessions:

-- I am so full of doubt with Henry. I touched on this yesterday with my wondering if there’s something wrong with him other than teething, but it’s more than that. I’m scared to take the pacifier away (we’ve started withholding through the day, which may account for some of the crankiness even though he’s not huge on the pacifier). I’m scared to take the bottle away at a year, I’m nervous about the switch to sippy cups and to milk and when he can ride in a different car seat and ride on the bike seat. Everything about changes when he becomes not an infant anymore freak me out. This is especially strange given that he has always been so ahead of the curve on doing things that I should already feel like he’s not a baby. But I don’t. What do I do?

-- I am officially not spending money anymore. I got my credit card bill, and while it did have the bunk bed and accoutrements on it, the rest … well, let’s just say I spend too much money at Target (all of it on sale though, ahem). Of course, as soon as I decided this I realized that I have about 6 baby birthdays in the next month to purchase for, a bridal shower, a baby shower, a wedding in October and two trips to Delaware. So while I won’t be spending money on ME, there might be some issues.

-- There may be issues, but there will be no more new shoes.

-- I hate the treadmill. I hate it. I’m pretty sure it’s out to get me, because the first time in a month that I tried to run on one, it kept arbitrarily putting me up to a 2.0 incline while I was already dying a little trying to go faster to get my stupid run over with. I moved it down, it moved me back up.

-- I don’t know for sure that I have ten confessions this week.

-- My mother used to hate family walks, because she said they made her feel like a family of ducks. I think of this every time I get my family to go for a walk. But it’s so much fun!

-- I especially think of this when we SEE a family of ducks while on our walk.

-- I crave ice cream. Bad.

-- I'm 800 miles past my oil change mileage, and I know that they undershoot it, but I'm way over. Because they actually wrote the 5k mileage instead of the 3k mileage. Hubby is going to take my car to get an oil change while I'm at work tomorrow, and I'm supposed to take his car.

-- I brought work home every night this week, and I haven't done a lick of it.