The Confessional

Last week, I was putting a bottle of white wine in the fridge after I poured a glass for myself. Somehow the bottle didn't catch right and fell from top shelf and shattered on the floor. A piece of the glass flew up and cut my leg, not badly, but resulted in a LOT of blood. My husband, hearing the commotion, came into the kitchen to find me covered in blood, sitting in a puddle of wine and surrounded by broken glass. All I could say was, "This isn't as bad as it looks."


The Confessional is now open. Have something you need to repent for? Feel free to send me your sin and I will help your purge your demons.



Sins from fellow Boozehounds:

My husband, 17 month old son, & I took a beach trip last week with our best friends & their 15 month old son. The boys didn't care much for the beach so most of our time was at the cold pool. They were practically cranky the whole trip. Anyhow, we thought it would be smart & easier on us to bathe both of the boys at the same time. Next thing we know they've both peed in the tub (my son twice) & did we drain the water??? NOPE! After dealing with 2 screaming/crying babies for no reason at all we said to hell with it! I know what you're thinking, but after trying to please 2 toddlers & not being successful we figured we didn't get morning time at the beach the whole time we were there so one bath like that wouldn't hurt.

ILBAB says: #1 + H2O + soap = no foul.


While we were driving on the way home Sunday, our son was NOT happy at all. I'm sure he was exhausted from not sleeping well the whole time, being away from home & his routine, then the evil carseat. My husband was to the point to where he turned the radio up to drown out his screaming for just a little bit & turns out it kind of helped. Are we bad parents or just trying to get through a rough patch?

ILBAB says: As long as you were blasting Yo Gabba Gabba or some other mind-numbing kids music, you are in the clear--just kidding, I hate that crap. We used to let our son scream in the bathroom while we had the door closed so we could eat dinner in peace. He was going to cry one way or the other, at least this way we got to nourish ourselves for the next few hours of The Crying Game.