I don’t know what it is, but I have a really big issue with lying– at least when the lies, great or small, come from myself.
It’s hard for me to “fib” to my kiddo about why she can’t have a piece of Mama’s fancy chocolate because “They are all gone,” when in actuality I have two more precious pieces rationed and hidden away on the top of the refrigerator for emergencies.
I absolutely cannot lie to my husband about ANYTHING because it makes me feel so convicted– even if its something small like “I didn’t have TIME to do the dishes today” when I spent some quality moments resting in the recliner and keeping our toddler alive.
But I remember a couple of months ago when I did outright, blatantly lie to the bagger at the commissary. [Read more…]