I just won't tell you

It's one of those nights where I'm exhausted and the plans I had for this post have fallen to the wayside, so here's what I won't tell you so that I can get on my way and get to bed before midnight.

I won't tell you that

David and I just pulled out a package of peppermint Oreos from the freezer that I had stashed from Christmas and we both ate the whole thing.


I feel sick now.

I won't tell you how I made lasagna for dinner and it was amazing and I ate....more than one piece of that too.

Or, that Baby Boy and I picked a couple of strawberries off of our plants in the garden and they tasted like perfection - 100 times better than anything from the store.

Or, that one of the air conditioners in my house is broken and it's 85 degrees in our 2nd story.....where we all sleep. (we have one for the lower level and one above).

I also won't tell you that I was playfully scaring my children today while they were hiding in the craft closet, but my last "BOO!" caused Baby Boy to bite into his lip and bring blood vessels to the surface that look horrific.

Or that I signed Little Girl up for a 1 week Pottery Camp this summer and also a 3 day Princess, Tea and Gymnastics camp. She will completely flip out!!

I will tell you this though, that I'm scared to go upstairs and go to bed because I may sweat to death...and this is meant literally.

I promise tomorrow will hold way more exciting news than scaring my children and binge eating. I totally promise. I mean it.

:-)

Nighty-Night