Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This was created by MckMama, because confession is good for the soul. Or something like that.
I am NOT dragging and barely coherent because sweet baby Drew woke up every fifteen to twenty minutes last night. As well as the night before. I was NOT up from three to five a.m. trying to settle him, and almost cursing under my breath every time my head would hit the pillow and he would start fussing again immediately.
I did NOT tell my sweet, defenseless, seven month old son last night "You want to cry? Well than lay here and cry, because I am not picking you up anymore!" I would NEVER get mad at a baby who only wants his Mommy's love.
At one point last night, Drew did NOT say "Mama" for the first time. He did NOT immediately get picked up and held close, and I would NEVER have told him that "little babies that say Mama get cuddles!" I am much smarter than to introduce that thought, since I know in a month or so, it won't be the same rules.
I am NOT actually considering making a pot of coffee to get me through today. The only thing that is holding me back is NOT the fact that I have never made a pot of coffee before, and I actually don't know how to do it. I mean, seriously. I grew up just outside of Seattle, there is NO WAY that I do not drink coffee!
On another note, I am NOT dreading continuing potty training. This is NOT taking longer than I thought, I did NOT really think that is would only take three days and we would be good by the weekend. We are NOT still far away from being "potty-trained", and I am NOT seriously thinking about taking today off since I am so incredibly tired.
Speaking of potty training, we do NOT still have the carpet cleaner out and sitting by the couch, since it is getting used multiple times a day. Last night, the boys were NOT trying to climb on it. Our children are very well behaved, they NEVER do things they are not supposed to! Anywhoo, I had NOT repeatedly told then to get off, but they persisted when I wasn't looking.
And then they did NOT step on the power button, firing up the loud motor and scaring the daylights out of them. Marty and I did NOT sit and watch as the now-freaked-out little boys scrambled to get off the giant thing and run, tripping over each other in their haste, never to return again. We did NOT laugh and laugh instead of coming to their rescue.
I am NOT pretty excited that I have a couple of blog posts pre-written, since blogging this tired is not good for me, and can produce posts like THIS. Or, worse, like THIS.
I am NOT going to take a nap today instead of working on stuff for our garage sale this weekend. Oh, glorious nap...
What did you NOT do this week?