I Hate To Admit...
*That I read Baby-Sitters Club books until my sophomore year of high school.
*That if my kids wanted to rob a bank and get tattoos to celebrate, I would totally let them if it meant I could extend my nap.
*That I don't really like other people's kids. I've learned to love a few of my kids' friends and a few of my friends' kids, and of course my nieces and nephews, but it wasn't easy.
*That I can count the number of times I've made our bed in our married life on my hands.
*That I average making one dinner a week...and that I am so proud of myself when I meet that quota.
*That I would literally eat dessert for breakfast, lunch and dinner without shame or hesitation if it wouldn't eventually kill me.
*How much I worry about people liking me.
*How many times in a week I try to start eating healthy...and epically fail.
*How much of a chore it is for me to read my scriptures.
*How much of my day is spent counting down 'til the next time I can sleep.
*How much I thrive on other people's controversy and drama.
*That I secretly love the song Party In The USA by Miley Cyrus.
*That I once got two speeding tickets in one week.
*That I dream of one day being a household name.
*How much I love lists like these, and how long I could actually make this list.