Here goes: I am guilty of pumping while driving. Now usually it’s dark so the truckers won’t get a free peep show. I drive up to an hour for my Passion Parties (which, distance-wise isn’t that far in the DC Metro area), so by the time the party is done, my boobs are engorged and aching. There’s no way I’d make it home. Nor would I be able to concentrate on the road if all I can think about is rushing home to nurse the baby.
There. I said it.
As a recovering Catholic, I haven’t been to confession in many many years. Just telling someone feels so good.
Come over and confess. We won’t judge. Some of us are probably guilty of it ourselves. I promise not to make you recite Hail Marys or Our Fathers.
Feel free to blog your confession and link here.