While getting ready for church today I thought I should probably do something about my eyebrows, but I just can’t handle pulling them out. It makes me cry and cry, even if I use baby Orajel and ice to numb them first.
Cambry loves church, I’m not sure why because we spend most of the time telling her to be quiet, sit down, and share. Three things she does not like to do. Ever.
While talking with a woman at church I noticed her eyebrows were very nicely shaped. Too bad mine looked like an African bushman.
I have horrible eating habits. Yet, I eat better than most people I know.
Singing makes my throat hurt. A lot. I only sing if it’s one of my favorite hymns. We never sing my favorites.
Once I read a book about a girl who stopped talking when something traumatic happened to her. When she did talk it hurt her a lot. I wonder if something traumatic happened to me once while I was singing. Probably someone told me I sounded bad.
I am very self conscious about everything. It’s annoying, but I can’t stop feeling that way. I should say some good stuff about myself. This is my blog after all.
I am a good mother. Not perfect, just really good.
I like my face, even if my eyebrows are bushy.
I like to sing to Cambry and to myself. And we don’t care if I sound bad. When I sing for us, my throat doesn’t hurt.
I’m hungry. I think I’ll eat some pasta salad and a handful of m&m’s while reading Persuasion.
Which, by the way, I don’t like as much as people make me feel I should like it.
