The blog I wrote on Sunday was about confessions. I wasn't referring to religion confessions, I was writing about the I-secretly-age-a-tub-of-cake-icing type confessions that plague most  women. Although my initial post was focused on my homebound secrets, as a working mom, the things I could confess to are endless.

I secretly hate Monday mornings, but I dread Sunday nights even more. For some reason preparing for the work week is almost worse than the work week itself. And there is nothing, I mean nothing that does me in more than a rainy Monday morning. Forget it, I'm done 'till noon at least.

I secretly wish that teachers, especially the high school kind, would consider the fact that many parents work full time just like they do. Asking my 16 year old to build a full scale catapult in one week, no kits allowed, that will fling an egg with laser precision accuracy is a little overboard, okay? When am I supposed to buy materials for a catapult? Ibetween the rush to the after school football game and the band concert that are in the same night? Trust me, catapults built at 3 am are a lot more likely to fling that egg right at the teachers head, than the intended castle.

I confess that as hard as I try, working full time and eating healthy all of the time, is nearly as time consuming as my full time job and my three kids. Yep, I more than occasionally jet to Sonic for a burger at lunch (at least I get the Junior size and no fries, add some tomatos for the fiber, thank you) and eat at my desk, straight through lunch.

It's a never ending mind game that we play with ourselves. The battle to keep everyone-the boss, the kids, the spouse, the dog-happy and somehow, at the same time, remember who and where we are at the end of the day, and not let guilt overwhelm our internal minds.

I would be lying if I didn't say that even though at my yearly  well-woman exam, I tell my doctor that I exercise, you know, like '4 to 5 days a week,' I'm lucky to make it three days.Unless, of course, you count running at full speed into Home Depot to buy materials to build a catapult, in between football and band, and after rush hour traffic, exercise.

In that case, put me down for at least four days a week.

Nah, on second thought, make that five. :)

“Always acknowledge a fault. This will throw those in authority off their guard and give you an opportunity to commit more.” -Mark Twain