- There are about 5 spit-up stains on my living room rug, but am I doing anything about it? No, because no one is coming over any time soon.
- My son peed in his bed, and I let him sleep in it the following night because it had dried.
- The birthday presents that I buy are usually the cheapest at the parties.
- I drink alcohol while I'm breastfeeding (a glass of wine here and there).
- I know that lentils give Isaac gas, but I eat them anyway because they're good.
- I yell at my kids.
- I yell at my husband.
- Michael and I fight several times a week.
- I have an unhealthy fear of home invasions, so I leave the alarm on all day long and I plan out in my head what I would do several times a day if it were to happen.
- I break wind in front of my husband and kids.
- I cuss.
- I hide my inbox under my bed when company comes over because it's a hot mess of crap and it clutters up my countertop.
- Laundry sits on my table for days on end, until Michael can't take it anymore.
- I watch too much TV.
- Oh, and maybe I overreact
just a tada lot to criticism.
I never really thought I'd have to convince people of that. That even sounds braggadocio (wow, what a snooty word choice), but if you really knew me, you'd know that I'm just happy to have come a long way.
I grew up a white trash kid on the Southside of San Antonio. Then we moved to the country and lived out many stereotypes that I'd like to forget. And that's why I'm a recovering perfectionist. I want to get as far away from my upbringing as possible because it sucked and it was embarrassing.
So if I come across as judgmental or like I'm bragging, would you just please try and believe the best about me? (That's not supposed to sound as desperate and needy as it does.) I'm not trying to rub anything in anyone's face. I'm just really happy that my life doesn't suck anymore. I'm thrilled to have a man in my life that doesn't call me worthless everyday. I'm thrilled that I don't have to say 5 Hail Mary's when I'm checking out at the grocery store, hoping that I don't have to put anything back. I'm happy that I have a house that I'm proud to have people visit that doesn't smell of smoke and cat piss.
I'm proud of my life, but you don't have to see that as an indictment on your life. Just be happy for this little white trash girl from the Southside of San Antonio. She overcame a lot of odds.