So, every Thursday I go to the grocery store. It has become my weekly routine. I am embarrassed to say that I know all the regular Thursday workers and I am now on speaking terms with the undercover security at Walmart. I also try to park in the same spot every week so that I do not have that 25 seconds of panic when I come out of the store and I can't find my car. And yet, even parking in the same spot every week, I come out and for that split moment while I am walking towards the cars, I feel a panic that I might not be able to find the one that belongs to me.

Have you ever noticed how everything sounds so magical and beautiful when you write it? Like I could write and tell you about how Jaxson just spilled his juice and I yelled at him and it sounds a little harsh but not as bad as if you had actually witnessed it.

And I am reading back on my previous blogs and I am beginning to wonder how much I really use this blog as a journal? I think it is a beautiful collection of memories that I would want my children to look back on one day but the negative emotions are left out. I realized today that it is so easy to read other blogs and feel insanely jealous of the lives that others live because blogs LIE! ok, they don't lie but they do not tell the whole story. They are like a heartbroken teen who can only remember the "good" memories. Point of this......don't be fooled by my happy messages. The bad does exist...I just don't write about it. But what's the point of doing that now because I just told you all that it is there. HA!

*No, I am not having a bad day!*