I have to admit there are some things in my life I do I’m not real proud of.
On Monday night I twittered about one of them ( CLICK HERE to follow me on twitter. Twitter is the totally random statements that make up my life).
We were in the living room hanging out when I noticed that Brewer (age 2) had a dirty diaper. When I say noticed, I mean I smelled an odor which indicated to me it was quite probable something nasty had happened in his pants.
In that moment I made a decision. I decided to ignore the odor in hopes that Brandi would notice and decide to take action.
I’m not proud of it, but I did it.
It’s confession day here at Without Wax and it’s your turn. What are you not proud of?