I am a sneak napper.  There.  It is has been written.  I have now admitted that sometimes, when no one is around, I take a nap which almost makes me a liar since I don’t let on to my family and friends that whenever possible, I nap.  I have friends that admittedly take naps but everyone thinks I am just running all over the place all the time at high speed. But no – if given the chance I will lock the doors, set an alarm and hunker down midday.  I am kind of new to this sneak napping which is why it is kind of a big deal.  I know I have clothes to wash, toilets to clean and heaps of other chores that should get accomplished so this nap thing is causing me some personal grief….but I can’t quit.  I LOVE and crave a nap!  I might have to find a new country to live where naps are encouraged so that I can further foster this treasured agenda.  Or, I can just admit I do it and be proud of how refreshed and alert I am for the rest of the day.  I should and might just decide to own this decision – come out of the closet and say I am a napper so don’t call me!

About now you are bored to tears with my big confession, I get that.  I never said my confessions would all be sins.  Most of them will be quite small if even note worthy.  Basically I have a strong moral compass, adequate to high integrity, as well as great hope and faith.  However, I am VERY un-perfect and bringing these realities to print is a good reminder there is a lot of work to do before I can make it to heaven.  Don’t you worry any, I assure you there will be many less savory confessions coming.  There may have been one committed yesterday that I have yet to post and almost any given Sunday comes with less than respectable aspects because the process of getting to church is dicey at best in our household.  The problem with confessions is that once admitted, you really can’t repeat the behaviour or action.  When you know better you have to do better.  So be careful what you confess and be ready to take appropriate action.  For now, I am off to catch a nap!

Valentines!  The big days of this love infested holiday are behind me.  I am no longer a love struck teen, nor a newly wed and the youngest of my kids is an awkward 6th grader where they fall in and out of crushes regularly.  Any hint of love is extinguished as soon as they speak the name of their hearts desire, being in love is much better when the intended doesn’t know.  I used to love helping my kids make their Valentines Day cards and was just as excited when they came out of school loaded up with the cards and candy from their classmates.  I have always been a sucker for the homemade cards.  I had instant admiration for the parent that cut, glued and glittered 20 something Valentines.  The extra mile counts!

I am happy to start my blog on this momentous holiday of love – going forward I will be sharing the real confessions of a Catholic mom.  Brace yourself because there is no candy coating on my confessions.  Not that I am hiding any big deep secrets however I am no saint either and won’t be posting the “holier than thou” scriptures and heart felt religious insights of an ordinary faith based blog.    Any given day can be full of mishaps, errors, bad language and crazy events.  There are many other days that are well organized, up lifting and overflowing with greatness. I have been well educated in the fact that I don’t get to choose what the day will hold but I can decide how I handle what comes my way….and sometimes I handle it very very well, but not always.   It’s just life and I want to share what is true.