It’s Friday, which means it’s time to make a few more confessions.
1. I go back and forth daily over whether or not we should have another child.
2. I spread peanut butter and jelly all the way to the very edges of the crusts, knowing that Wito won’t eat them and I can feast on his soggy leftovers. I am so gross.
3. Resourceful as I am, I have no freaking clue how to potty train my child. Do you teach boys to potty sitting down or standing up? SOMEONE TELL ME.
4. I think half-day preschools that charge $8,000/year are totally ridiculous. For that kind of money, my child better be reciting the periodic table in French while cooking me an omelette.