Late...but still Monday. Not Me! Monday

This is a bit late in coming, but I finally got to it. So, you’re wondering what I didn’t do this week? It's time to clean the slate.


I truly did not listen (and try to learn the words) to the Palin Rap over and over and over again. That would be such an immature thing to do, especially when I am such a busy Mama with such limited time.

I absolutely did not, for the 2nd week in a row, beg my sweet husband to break his diet and share a dessert with me. This particular dessert was definitely not the Double Chocolate Cake from R*by Tuesday’s that has mouth-watering melted chocolate in the center and is served with a huge scoop of vanilla ice cream. That would be horrible of me to do since he is blowing by me in our diet quest.

I’m not sure who it was, but I know it wasn’t me that had packed animal crackers for AJ to snack on while we waited this morning in the long lines to vote at the election center. I also know that it wasn’t me that realized he had opened the zip lock bag upside down and all of his animal crackers fell on the ground. Nope! There is no way that I would have quickly scooped them up and given them to him because he would have a screaming fit the entire wait if he didn’t have a snack to keep him busy.

It certainly wasn't me that stayed up very late reading about politics and could not get up the next morning when I heard the kids chit-chatting through the monitor. It definitely and absolutely was not me who then rolled over and turn off said monitor so that I could not hear them and therefore, grab a few extra minutes of snoozing. That would be terrible and mean and definitely irresponsible.

It was not me who did not want to have to put the boys in their car seats the day we were at the urgent care center for Kai’s stitches and then have to drive down the street to get them something nutritious for lunch. I did not conveniently find a vending machine down the hall and instead, fed my boys potato chips, a Snickers bar and a soda for lunch while we waited.

Yesterday at church, without a doubt, it was not me who dragged a blue-in-the-face, in-total-tantrum-mode, 4 year old out of church to let him ‘scream it out’ while I watched. Only to find out later, to my horror, that I had not closed the church door completely and had allowed most of the congregation to listen to me encourage him to scream while the priest was consecrating the Eucharist. When the tantrum was over, it was not me whom people approached to say that everyone in the church, (priest included) was laughing listening to the wild screams coming from just outside the door. That would have been totally embarrassing. A good Mama would have gently tried to calm her child down instead of telling him “go ahead and keep screaming all you want now” all the while I did not sit there and serenely watch him do so.