I think I've mentioned elsewhere how famous I am for always putting my foot in my mouth, but, honestly, I am going through something, wondering, why I have to be so stinking honest all. of. the. time.
A few weeks ago, I sold a couch on craigslist that I had bought two weeks earlier and spent almost all of my spare time cleaning until I didn't feel like it could be cleaned to my satisfaction. When a cute couple came to look at it, I spent a few extra minutes describing to them, with great detail, how I "scooped out" totally disgusting and gross stuff out of the spaces between the cushions.
Unfortunately, I can't share all of my interesting conversations with family and friends, since most of them read this blog. Often I bring up sensitive subjects between husbands and wives, thinking I should help them "get it out" into the open. Huh? Just help me!
Last week, my brother-in-law and sister-in-law called to see if they could stop by to see our new home and arrived about an hour later. Upon entering, they complimented us on how beautiful and clean the house looked. So, of course I quickly responded that we had been cleaning like mad-people since their phone call. If this wasn't enough, I added something about how amazed I was by how much random stuff my husband had just somehow fit into our hallway closet.
And, just in general, really, in my relationship with my husband. He actually told me a few months ago that I need to censor my communication with him. He prefers that I don't tell him everything. He says some things just stress him out, and that it is actually better if he doesn't know about them. Today I lost my car keys in Wal-Mart, after casually perusing every. single. isle as I tried to kill some time before a get-together. My 4 kids and I spent an extra hour re-tracing our footsteps and bending over to look under the shelf units. This is an example of something that I probably didn't need to tell him about. But could I resist? No way. I just like to spill everything I possibly can. Maybe it makes me feel lighter? I guess it's better than being dis-honest and always hiding things? I don't know, but what I do know, is that I just. can't. stop.