Confessions of a (insert age here) women: ADM bloghop style

It’s my turn to host the small but mighty ADM bloghop this month – I don’t care if you know what ADM stands for or not, feel free to join on in (and contribute topics!)!  Links will be open from Thurs-Sun each week. 
This week’s topic is an easy one:

Confessions of a (insert age here) women

a nod to my confessions of a toddler mom post from the other week, I made some, shall we say interesting, realizations the past few weeks. I thought I would over share with you, my special internet friends.
Confessions of a 20-something women:

• I used to hate leggings for anyone over the age of 5. Until I bought a pair. Now I am mercilessly searching for something else to wear them with.
• I will not buy into the jeggings though. Or pajama jeans or whatever. I have boundaries.
• I literally jumped for joy in the middle of Rite Aid over the amount of money I saved with my coupons. You guys – I saved 2x what I spent, it was epic.
• Some days I just want my mommy, especially when I don’t feel good.
• I can no longer live without coffee. And also jumped for joy when I saw that coffeemate has new flavors out.
• When did I become so damn exciting?
• In college, I was most productive in the middle of the night. Now? Most productive at nap time. And again between the hours of 10p and 12am. Except I do considerably worse functioning on little sleep.
• You know what else used to happen in the middle of the night in college (besides studying and alcohol consumption)? Sex.
• You know what happens at nap time* but not usually between the hours of 10pm and 12 am? Sex. Because I do not have the energy by the time the middle of the night rolls around.
• Told you I would over share.
• I have actually gotten WORSE at returning phone calls (sorry, friends).
• I can’t even REMEMBER that someone called me or emailed me or whatever half the time and it comes to my damn phone. Not real sure what I am busy remembering instead…but I feel all guilty about my forgetfulness.
• Some days, I don’t even feel like texting (I know, GASP!). I do it anyway, of course, I just don’t always like it.
• I am very comfortable talking in front of large groups of people I don’t know, but I always get nervous when I have to call someone I don’t know. So weird.
• I like wine. A lot. Beer? Eh, only if it is hot outside.
• And, with that, I have officially turned in to my mother. Minus the ability to fall asleep on the couch.

Okay, now who's next?



*please do not be fooled, by naptime I mean only on the days that begin with S.
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