I have some confessions

I've been holding some things back from you readers--dirty little secrets that I thought were too terrible to share. Today I've decided that's not fair. If I'm going to do this thing, I'm going to do it and let it all hang out. As the Pioneer Woman says, I'm going to keep it real.

*Confession #1--I started smoking again about 3 months ago. The stress of the wedding, moving, you name it, made me cave. I made it 8 months without smoking so I know I can do it again and I fully intend to. I think Mr. is going to quit with me this time. That will make it a lot easier. Of course, it could end our marriage because I get pretty bitchy when I don't have my smokes...at least initially...but my health is worth the risk.

*Confession #2--I am a procrastinator in the worst way. I have put off writing thank you notes from the wedding (I did one batch of them and have stalled); I keep putting off going to the social security office to change my name (Is there a deeper, psychological reason I am delaying this? Do I really want to hold onto my name? These are questions only Dr. Phil can answer); I need to get my resume done so I can get a real job (This has only been put off for a little over a year. That's not a long time, right?). Procrastination is hard to overcome sometimes.

*Confession #3--I hate going to the grocery store. Of all of the domestic chores a wife is "supposed" to do, I absolutely hate going to the grocery store most of all. I think it's the planning of the meals that has to be done before the shopping that makes me hate the shopping. I have lots of recipes I'd love to try; I love reading recipes and imagining the meal they will make (I could read a recipe book like a novel) and I really do love to cook, but the shopping sucks. Therefore, I think I've only been to the grocery 2 times since Mr and I have lived together.

*Confession #4--I hate to clean. If grocery shopping is the #1 thing I hate to do domestically, cleaning is a close second. I am really good at straightening things--I like order a lot and I try to always keep the house straight--but if there are dust bunnies the size of Texas in the corners or under the bed, it doesn't bother me in the least...until it does. What I mean is, I can live with the bunnies in harmony for quite a while, then the urge will hit and I can't stand it one more minute and the cleaning frenzy starts. Unfortunately, this frenzy doesn't hit often enough. Can you believe that some people clean their houses once a week? It's true; I read it on the internet.

*Confession #5--I miss wedding planning. Yes, I know, I was complaining about the wedding getting here soon because I was so sick of planning, but I do miss it. I loved looking at ideas on the internet, reading the Knot compulsively, piecing the whole day together. I really do miss it. Now some of you might say, "Mrs, becoming a wedding planner might be a good job for you." You'd be wrong. I don't want to deal with brides. Brides can be the pickiest, most obsessive, bitchy people to deal with in the world and I wouldn't want that pressure. Of course, I wasn't like that--I really wasn't. Ask Bean or Mr. They can tell you. I only had a few bridezilla moments, like with the invitations, but other than that, I think I did pretty good. If you read a few posts on the Knot, you'd know exactly what I'm talking about.

Well, that's it. My confessions, at least for today. That's enough truth for you all to absorb in one setting. If you feel the need to confess, post them in the comments. Confession is good for the soul. It's true; I read it on the internet.