I want dinner cooked my way, since I think I know best... but you never asked for my help.
I want things organized a certain way... but it's not my house.
I want my baby cared for a certain way... but does that mean I don't trust you?
I want my baby to behave a certain way... but she's too young to know any better.
I want you to have confidence in yourself... but I can't force your feelings to change.
I want my house to be clean again.
I want my pre-pregnancy body back; I was finally learning to be content with myself.
I at least want some shorts that fit. Or skirts. Or a swimsuit. Something.
Hey, those last items are things that I can actually fix! But have I taken steps to make them happen? Not really...
Hello, my name is Carrie, and I'm one messed up control freak.