I don’t regret my ridiculous eight year on and off again relationship with the ex. They taught me exactly what I wanted and needed in a man. I don’t regret the years of emotional struggle with my relationship with my dad. They helped me believe in forgiveness and its powerful healing. I don’t regret going through depression and extreme binge eating battles. They led me down a path I believe God planned so I can now share those experiences with others. I don’t regret getting married only a year after meeting Peter and then having kids so quickly. I could not feel more blessed in my life right now.

[Disclaimer: Please put on your goofy hats for the remainder of this post.]

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[Disclaimer #2: I hope you are happier than that dude while reading FFF. Yikes!]

I don’t regret any of the above, but I learned today I do in fact have regrets. These regrets don’t make me a better person. They do nothing but make me that person who sighs heavily. And who likes the dramatic heavy sigher? Nobody. That’s who. So I simply HAVE to get these off my chest. Without further ado:

I REGRET…

Buying a glass table for our dinette.

Will that table every be clean again?!?! Maybe in 18+ years when we’re empty nesters? On that note…I also regret taking the plastic off the dinette’s chairs.

Peter, go ahead and say it. “I told you so”.

I regret giving M the one stuffed animal that we have no clue where it came from and/or how to find another.

Precious Teddy takes a beating every day getting dragged alongside miss M. If something happens to that bear, we are screwed. Royally screwed.

I regret not getting Lasik when we had two full incomes.

Glasses are annoying to wear with kids because somehow oatmeal will end up on them. I can’t even begin to explain.

And based on the above picture I regret not getting my eyebrows done recently. Note to self: schedule wax with next hair appointment.

I regret grabbing this book quickly off the shelf while at the library for M.

Now she wants me to read it to her over and over and over. And it just creeps me out. I think I feel a bug crawling on me every time I look at it.

I regret whatever I said that caused M’s crazy intense fear over…

…fuzz. FUZZ!!! We had a serious meltdown today over that there little fuzz ball. You can’t make this stuff up folks.

And mostly? Mostly today I regret fear letting me hold myself back from running for so long. [you can lose the goofy hat here] I certainly see myself falling in love. After all, running seems to be the cardio version of why I love weight lifting – It’s personal. It’s a challenge where you can focus on your own progress. It’s motivational to feel yourself strengthening. I sincerely hope this doesn’t turn into a short fling I end up regretting though. Nah. I’ve already had my share of those. 😉

Question of the Evening – What’s a silly “regret” you have? Keep it light, friends. This is all a post in the name of fun!

Tags: makenzie, motherhood