Friday Confessional.

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

We made it to Friday.  Time for a bit of truth.  I know, just what you been waiting for, right?

I confess,
I'm really sad about my baby turning 17, because it means that she too, just like her older sister, will leave me.  She want's to move to California within the next couple years to go to school.  Would it be bad to leave The Mister and follow her down for a couple years?  Just until she's settled.

I confess,
That my dream scenario is my children living on the same giant chunk of land I will own someday, or at least on the same street as me, or in the same neighborhood.  We can build a commune of dome homes.  I must make this happen now.

I want to live like this.  Source.

I confess,
I want to give up coffee, but I'm not sure if I can.  I used to be a full-time tea drinker.  I still drink tea, but I drink coffee more.  Quitting coffee is harder than I thought.  It's not the morning cups I'll miss, it's the trips to the coffee stand for my bi-weekly Godiva Cupcake Mocha, or my Almond Joy Mocha.

I confess,
Now I want a Mocha and my coffee cup is empty.

I confess,
I would trade 10% of my creativity for a 10% increase in organization.

I confess,
I still don't know what I want to do with my life.  It's not that I don't know what I want to do, it's that I can't decide what to do.  I'm one of those people that wants to do everything.  I want to craft, be an activist, write, own a restaurant with my daughters, own a thrift store, supply it with the contents of my basement, sell the thrift store.

I confess,
I must get the hell of this blog and get my inside chores done, so that when it gets warm enough, I can get the outside chores done.

I confess,
I still hate chores as much as I did when I was kid.

Happy Friday Friends.
Marisa