Due to last week's craziness, I missed MckMama's weekly Not Me, Monday! carnival. You know the one where you go to her blog and read about the funny things that everyone else did not do!
So here I am. Once again to humiliate myself and 'fess up about all the things that I did not do this week!
It was absolutely not me that enjoyed a celebratory dinner with family on Thursday night, only to develop a humongous belly ache on the way home, which was an hour drive. Nope. It wasn't me that totally and completely refused when asked by sweet hubby if I wanted to stop at a truck-stop to use the bathroom since there was nothing else on that 15 mile stretch of highway. No way was it me that sat in the car pleading to please hurry because I didn't think I could make it home. And I know that you have to believe that it was not me who in the midst of said pleading, for just a fleeting moment, thought about hopping into the back seat and pulling out one of AJ's size 5 diapers from the diaper bag and using that because, for Pete's sake, it would have been much more hygenic than a truck stop. The fleeting moment truly did flee when I spoke my thought out loud and sweet hubby looked at me like he was gonna push me out the door. (For those not completely grossed out yet and wondering if we made it home in time, we ended up finding a Cracker Barrel that we stopped at. :)
It definitely was not me that danced around in elation when my baby boy yelled, "I did CA-CA" at the top of his lungs after sitting on his potty seat for twenty minutes. I was not the proudest Mama on the planet and ran with my camera to take a picture of the huge milestone, which was a first. It was not both sweet hubby and I who high-five'd each other at the thought that we might, after 3 years, be seeing the light at the end of the "diaper tunnel". No, it could not have been me because that would be outright gross to take a picture of and completely silly to be cheering about!
It certainly was not me that totally threw caution to the wind when I broke that big 'ole golden rule of not mentioning the word "prayer" in school by sending my precious daughter to said institution on Friday wearing this:
No way was it me that thought that she not only looked absolutely adorable, but that the statement on her shirt was so very true that we had to let the world know, after last week's mess, that God totally rocks!
You'd be so wrong if you thought that it was me that woke up this morning completely giddy with excitement because it was Monday. I have not been thinking all weekend about how Jack is going to save the girl he pretty much threw into the fire last week, although I've already cheated and saw a few sneak peeks. It is also not me that is
so very a tad bit jealous of co-star, Annie Wersching, because not only is she stunningly beautiful but she gets to spend her days with Kiefer Sutherland trying to figure out how Jack is going to save the world! That would be just crazy because it is only a TV show and those people are really not real in my life.
And finally, it really was not me that let the kids play in a tub filled with bubbles, for almost an hour the other day, until their little fingers were wrinkled like "little old people" because they were having so much fun. If it would have been me, it would have been totally selfish because I got the opportunity to sit on the floor by them, listen to them giggle and read my new book all at once. But I know that you know the truth. It really wasn't me that let them play with almost an entire can of shaving cream with which they started out covering just their arms and belly and ended up covering almost the entire tub, including fixtures.