CONFESSIONS OF A FACEBOOK FAILURE: Year 3 Day 4
Please finish this sentence for me:
The clothes I sent my children to school in today are evidence that…
2 years ago today, I decided to switch out my selfies for shame, in an attempt to change the face of this fiction. So in the spirit of giving, I am gifting y’all once again with a daily dose of self-esteem, in knowing that no matter how bad it gets, mine is probably way worse. I hope you enjoy diving into my daily, dirty little secrets this December.
Now, back to today’s sinful spoils…
I have already confessed that the butterflies dress themselves.
As I have often been accused of the offenses of exaggeration or questionable elaboration, I decided to provide a visual defense. Here is my evidence. I try my efforts at persuasion. Obviously, I failed. I often do. Alright…I always do.
Note: Please disregard the color coordinated eldest, in a weather appropriate combination. She was born the organized, presentable black sheep of the family, who the hubs and I refer to as “the only responsible parent.” Poor kid. It must be hard raising up all 5 of us.
So my question for you is, what else are these exhibits evidence of?
Defeat?
A fashion gene (or lack there of)?
Cojones?
This is your chance to herd my butterflies. Add your answer in the comments section. Seriously! Do it! Like, right now.
Help me muzzle my own mommy meltdown, by sharing some solid one-liners on my behalf in the comments section.
Please finish this sentence for me:
The clothes I sent my children to school in today are evidence that…
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Help me avoid the morning-after-writer’s-remorse that wells from the paranoia of my signature self-shaming, by giving me your virtual nod and smile, and I will promise to divulge deeper despairs in days to come.