Confession Friday #1

Apparently this is the new blog craze, I have enjoyed reading others confessions, so I thought I'd have a confession time of my own. This may be the first and last!

My top ten confessions...

10. I confess that on the way to the lawyers the other day, Arnie dripped a spot of water on our document. I was so mad that I yelled at him for drinking water on top of the documents, how dare he do such a thing. He then yelled at me for putting the documents in between the seats, I might as well have put them on the ground to stomp on. After frantically drying the wet spot with the heater turned up full blast, we burst out laughing at how angry we were over a drop of water. You will only understand this stress if you have experienced the insanity of adoption!

9. I confess I just shared a popsicle with my dogs.

8. I confess that I have a closet full of baby and children's clothes.

7. I confess that my husband has officially cut me off of adding any more items to this closet. He says I am ruining the fun of when we get a picture of our child and can then go out and buy them clothes. He is right, but can you honestly blame me?

6. I confess I added a skirt a month ago. It was from Value Village ok, so I'm not sure this even counts!

5. I confess that I have also been cut off of adding to my closet, not because I will spoil any fun but because it is so full I can't add anything else to it. (and we are trying to be frugal)

4. I confess that after I was cut off of all spending a few weeks ago in order to save for Ethiopia, I wanted to play in the cut off game, so I cut my husband off of spending on food. I had nothing else against him so I came up with food. Low.

3. I confess that this adoption has been the hardest thing I have ever had to endure. I would not wish this on anyone, but I am thankful for the character, endurance and faith I have had to run into to make it this far.

2. I confess that I think about meeting my child all the time, I day dream about them everyday on the way to work and on the way home... and to be honest, every minute in between.

1. I confess that my prayer is to be a Mother by Mother's Day. I'd love to have my sweet child in my arms by Mother's Day, but a picture would be wonderful too!