Shhhh... It's a Secret!

Every mom knows there is nothing sacred. The moment it passes the threshold it becomes community property and from the instant it hits the radar of your under-aged army... all bets are off. 

Most days I feel guilty about being a working mom and wish that I was home. However, it does occasionally have it's perks. Outside of providing adult interaction which prevents getting swallowed up in living an episode from the Disney Channel (this is the lie I feed myself to feel better), it also provides a damn good hiding spot for treats you don't want to share.

I made quick run to Meijer's today on lunch. We ran out of conditioner this morning and I had to the whole "add water and shake like you're having an epileptic seizure to get the remaining residue off the bottle sides" thing to ensure my hair would be semi-brushable. I'm still pretty certain I created a small bald spot when I got out and probably should have put Rogain on my list, but these just looked so much better! 

Miss Debbie is now stored safely in my desk drawer where I don't have to share. She will never cross my doorstep and my sweet toothed gremlins will never know I have her. I should feel guilty, pumpkin frosted brownies would thrill them, but I don't. They're mine and what they don't know won't hurt them.