Sometimes it's hard to bare your soul to the blogging world.
I mean, you're really putting yourself out there to be judge and when you do it, you know that there's people out there in the world that read your babble, roll their eyes and click on to the next blog. Probably thinking the whole time that you really shouldn't be blogging or that you've lost your marbles.
I accept that.
Truly, I do.
I've accepted the fact that I am probably more on the wrong side of weird than most people.
And I try to be honest with my reader's 100%. You guys know I'm not perfect and that my daughter eats mac-n-cheese more than she should, but that's why you keep coming back... right?
Anyways, I'm getting off track.
The whole point of this blog was to tell you honestly what I encountered this morning when I dumped a basket of trash this morning... maggots.
There were maggots in my trashcan.
In my house.
In my room.
Where my child sleeps.
I'll pause for the entire blogging world to shudder.
Because Lord knows I am.
I have this trash can that my Mother lovingly bought for me because I collect a lot of trash in my daily life. But the thing is, I tend to forget about this trash can. It's in the corner, I don't use it as much as I should (not that I just throw my trash on the floor, I just tend to take most of it to the bathroom trash can or to the one in the kitchen).
So I passed by said trashcan (thanks Mom!) and thought, why not clean it out?
Yeah, there was a pee-pee diaper hidden WAAAAAAAAYYYY down in the bottom... with maggots on it.
I've never ran so fast (so pregnant) with a trashcan in my life!
Now, I've been so honest here with you, now be honest with me and tell me I'm not the only one who has forgotten a trashcan... or a pee-pee diaper... Right?
I'm not, am I?