30 Days of Truth

So a lot of the bloggers that I follow have taken on this challenge, and I like it, so I think I'm going to do it. Plus, I get to talk about myself and what blogger doesn't love that? I mean, we are bloggers for a reason, yes? Angel Believes is where I found the list. So once a week I am going to post based on this list, so please come back every Tuesday to see the topic and my brilliant response. Today's topic is this: Something you hate about yourself. So here goes nothin'.

I'm not really a self-hater. I'm obnoxiously confident and happy with myself. That said, there are somethings that I don't love about myself. Physically, my tummy has seen better days. The pre-baby, pre-c-section, pre-too-much-beer-drinkin' days. If I could change anything about my body, I'd get that kickass 6-pack back (abs, not beer. maybe). Of course, this would be attainable if I could get my ass to the gym, but it's like, a whole mile away from my house so you can't really expect me to go there! And it smells like boy sweat.

As far as non-physical traits go, there are things that I didn't really know I didn't love until recently. I am not a very clean person, I never have been. But now as an adult, I wish I was the kind of person who could stay on top of the chores so that I didn't have to spend entire weekends making up for my week-long laziness. I am also painfully forgetful. I leave the house every morning without at least one thing that I really needed to remember. This morning it was diapers for the babysitter. And I just love having to run to the store on my lunch break to pick stuff up because I don't have time to go all the way home. Charming Husband is a BIG fan of this habit of mine. I can't tell you how many times he has said, "I'm so glad you didn't remember to pick up my dry cleaning today! I love having to wait outside at 7:00am until they open and then change into my work clothes in the car!". He is such a lucky man.

So I guess that's what I "don't love" about myself. Come back next Tuesday when I get to talk about what I love about myself. I wonder if Blogger puts a word limit on posts...