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This is really a confession, people.
I thought I was being a good mom.
I thought I was doing the right thing.
I thought I was being a good wife.
I innocently took my three daughters to a movie.
An afternoon of fun, frivolity and cinema escape.
Thought I'd give
Mr. Man some time to do those chores
he's been meaning to get to but never had the time to.
I had NO desire to actually see this particular movie.
That is the selfless mom I thought I was being.
It's all for the kids, right?
So I took my girls to:
You know what I'm talking about...
the kid with the hair
the 12 year-old-girl following
This is the guy.
I knew I was in trouble when I started flashing the
heart finger thing during the movie.
Oh and I started raising my hands in the air, like I just didn't care.
I also might have started chanting for the Bieb's right there in the theater.
I was falling.
He is only 16 years old.
A bit young for a crush, I know.
I can't really talk to you about this any further
until you've actually seen the movie.
I think you might better understand.
Please tell me you understand...
I'm a belieber.
Came home and had to RE-WATCH the latest DVR'ed episode of
"Justin Bieber experience"
Oh and what are the chances that the crew would pick a
40 something mom to be the
"one less lonely girl" to head up on stage?
Yes, I know.
I'm currently trying to get a life
so I can pull myself together.
Say it ain't so.
Am I all alone here?