Are you embarrassed to admit you gave your kids the Bepto-Bismol flavored pink conversation hearts you can’t stand? Feel a twinge of guilt as you select the Repeat Play option as you set your toddler in front of Baby Einstein? Worried what people would think if they knew you change into your workout clothes as you drive from the office to the gym? Not Me! Monday was born out of blogger MckMama’s desire to admit some of her imperfections and reveal a few moments she’d rather forget. You may find it therapeutic to join in and do the same thing! I sure do!

Have you ever tried to save time and effort by spot cleaning your floor with baby wipes rather than giving it a proper mopping?

Have you ever discovered it definitely takes LONGER to crawl around on your knees using a couple dozen baby wipes, than it would have taken to use a broom and mop in the first place, only to have that point driven home when you stood up to find your daughter fast asleep in her high chair?

Have you ever dropped a scoop of ice cream on the counter, then plopped it into your husband’s bowl? Especially on a day meant to celebrate the generosity and self-sacrificing love St. Valentine?

Have you ever had to tell your toddler it is NOT okay to kiss the toilet?

Have you ever heard yourself scold, “Baby Jesus is not for babies!” (If so, it was probably after your baby dropped a figurine and broke off a holy little finger, right?)

Have you ever raised an eyebrow at a dessert concoction made up of half a glazed doughnut, cinnamon, a pineapple ring, ice cream, and red hots? And then helped yourself to a second?

Yeah, me neither. Who would do any of those things? Not me!