Questionable Confidence

So.

It's 2p.m. on a Saturday and my self confidence is diminishing- quickly.

I did not have an opportunity to work out on Thursday or Friday, so my plan was to run run run on Saturday morning and then go about my day all revived and full of energy and down a few calories.

Without getting too into the details, my stomach has been hurting lately, so my work out was not what I had hoped. I could only manage 10 minutes on the treadmill.

Then I took Party-P to a birthday party. The party was great. However, the gift I brought for the little two year old boy was lacking a bit (read: a lot). As P was playing with the birthday boy's toys I realized the boy already had the gift I bought for him. As we were heading home I peaked in the goody bag- it was leaps and bounds better than the actual gift I gave him.

In my defense I am generally a great gift giver.

When I know a gift giving occasion is approaching, I really pay attention to the person and what is going on in their lives. I put thought into gifts I give. I research- yes research- the best gifts. I am not a last minute shopper when it comes to gifts. Well, gifts for the non-toddler lot.

Upon returning home from the party, I realized the recent painting project I took on this past week, looked streaky in places. I have no energy to fix it.

So instead, I ate the mini Kit Kat out of P’s amazing goody bag. Like stealing candy from a toddler. A sleeping toddler.

At this point I will blame the shoddy, streaky look on the cheap paint from Ace, although someone had to put it on the wall. That someone was me, so I guess I'm at least partially responsible.

Finally, and perhaps the most sad of all, I think I want to see the new Tom Cruise movie. This is something I would have admitted freely in Tom's pre-couch pouncing days. Now? I'm slightly ashamed. Yes, I saw Tropic Thunder. No I did not like it. Yes, I know I am in the minority.

I wonder if P's goody bag has any mini Reese's Peanut butter cups...