Late Night Confession

Last nights confession troubled me. Because I sounded like a whiney B. Imagine, I have no confidence in my cooking and i'm tired. Wha wha. What a crybaby.

So many times the hubby and I crack jokes at those that complain about there job. Because at least they have one. Right. Well same here. I'm mean really, 8 days a month! Who am I kidding. I get to be with my kids and spend time with the hubby and take care of my home. And ultimately I get to make people happy with the food they love and wish they could cook.

The message at church as of late is "Winning in life with the hand God gave you". Uh hello! I act like I haven't heard the word or even been to church for that matter. This is the hand I hold right now. And its up to me to play it to my gain or lay it down and get a new hand. But quit complaining already. There's no crying in baseball....
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