truth

Truth Tuesday would sound a lot better, but looks like we'll have to stick with not-so-catchy Truth Monday.  Perhaps, the best thing about this blog is sharing my experiences with my devoted readers.  Or for some of you who come, stay a while, yet never leave a comment...the lurkers. Secretly, that's what I call you.  Guess it's not a secret anymore.  But the flip side of this blog is sharing the truth.  The whole truth, nothing but the truth so help me God.  Okay, I got a teeny bit carried away with that one, but you catch my drift. So, in keeping with this code of conduct, I give you my truth.  Every embarrassing detail.  What makes matters worse, is this comes on the heels of Mother's Day.  Let's just say I am not winning MOY (aka Mama of the Year for you slow lurkers) awards.  Let's just get to it already.  The other day when Reese and I were coming home from running errands, Rookie decided to release himself from prison (aka the four walls that surround him in his cushy life).  We had an escapee.  In my heels, Reese and I chased him as I half threatened his life/half offered him treats to return home.  When the convict finally returned, I refused to give him treats.  We try to limit rewards to the children who actually do some good around here.  In the midst of the chaos, I left 3 treats laying on the ottoman.  Fast forward 2 hours later after Reese awoke from her nap.  Someone came to the front door and Rookie was in total crazy greeter mode.  Reese was just a few feet away walking around the living room.  I began to hear her laughing or shall we say chuckling upon her discovery...I fear you know where this is headed...Yep, I turn around and she is smiling from ear to ear.  With good reason too.  She had found something new.  Something better than a puff. Yep, her big brother's dog treats.  Oy.  I went into mom freakout mode.  Luckily, she had only sucked on it.  Luckily, it was a large treat that she could not fit in her mouth.  Luckily, no cameras were nearby.  I could have gone to Mommy jail.  Now, days later, it makes for a good laugh.  Aunt Boo suggested buying Rookie organic treats in the future.  Ha. Ha.  So, there you go.  My truth.  My "keepin it real."  I'll sleep better tonight knowing that one of you was having a bad mom day before you read this.  Maybe feeling not quite up to par.  Then you read this and you feel like your Queen of the World.  

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