Mommy Confessions! Hanky Panky & The Wiggles

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Hello friends!  Can I tell you how crazy excited I am for the first week of the new Mommy Confessions linkup that Megan from The Memoirs of Megan, and I, are now running?  It’s finally here!

So please, join us!  Tell us your deepest darkest Mommy Confessions, grab a button, and link up!

As a reminder, this linkup is for ALL kinds of moms! Moms of humans, moms of dogs, moms of cats, you name it! If you can mother it, you can confess it!

And because we all like to play by the rules, here they are:

1. Follow your lovely hosts, Cookies For Breakfast via Google Friend Connect, and The Memoirs of Megan via Bloglovin’.
2. Write a post sharing your Mommy Confession of the week, and link up on Cookies For Breakfast or The Memoirs of Megan.
3. Post the Mommy Confessions button in your blog post and/or on your blog.
4. VIsit at least one other blog in the linkup – this is a blog hop!

Join us weekly, every Tuesday, and share your confessions!

And now, for my first confession…

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I don’t like to talk much about hanky panky.  You know what I mean.  We all do it, and obviously, I’m married, and I have a child, so hanky panky happens.  Awkward topic, and I hate to go all TMI on you, but hey.  It’s the first week of Mommy Confessions so go big or go home.  Let’s acknowledge that it’s a fact of life and it happens in your home, as well as the Cookies For Breakfast home.

(Benjamin, future children, and Mom, if you’re reading this, now’s a good time to skip to the next blog post.)

So hanky panky.  Hanky panky gets a little more challenging when you have kids, amiright?  Benjamin, much to my chagrin, is quite possibly the lightest sleeper of all time, and has a seriously accurate hanky panky radar. 

After a good amount of something that rhymes with schmock-flocking, I finally threw in the towel.  Why wait until Benjamin is sleeping, for hanky panky?  Surely there must be a way that he can be safe, enjoying his own alone time, while there’s a little bow-chicka-bow-wow happening elsewhere.

Enter The Wiggles.

Our little Benny loves him some Wiggles.  I know, I know, I swore up and down, “No TV until age 3!” but it’s a great distractor when I’m trying to get ready in the morning, put away laundry without him destroying my neatly folded piles, and… hanky panky.

Pop baby in the Pack & Play.  Flick on The Wiggles.  Leave the room.  Hanky panky.  Done and done.

Now, it’s not unusual to get an email or text during the day saying, “Wiggles tonight?”

Brings a new meaning to Get Ready to Wiggle, no?

 

Alright, friends, now link up with us!  We CANNOT WAIT to read your confessions!

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