It has NOT taken me several hours to do this Not Me! Monday! post due to the fact that I had an awesomely deny-able Not Me! week and now I cannot remember a single thing. Nope, my life is PERFECT and I NEVER do anything embarrassing or otherwise humiliating, there is NO WAY I would experience things in life and immediately think, "Oh, that's going to be perfect for Not Me! Monday!" Nope. NOT at all.
I have NOT gotten up a few times from writing this post to shower, brush my teeth, and other things in the hopes that something Not Me!ish will jog my memory. There is no need, as I ALWAYS shower before the kids wake up, I NEVER wait till they are all napping and finally get to it at three in the afternoon, and then only because I can't think of anything to blog about. I have NOT officially named Mondays "No shower Mondays" for several reason, including, but not limited to the following: I rarely have time to shower; Marty has basketball in the evenings so we don't go anywhere anyway; I don't usually leave the house or see anyone; and I get to use the excuse that I am saving water, shampoo, and makeup, allowing myself to believe that this is a conservation effort and not a lazy thing.
After literally several hours of contemplating this Not Me! Monday!, I have NOT decided to simply re-posting my Facebook status updates for the week because I really can't think of anything. so, without further
Grant: "Mommy, I'm gonna go to McDonalds and I be very careful so I not fall down. I be careful and Sissy be careful, too." Ben: "Mommy, I not be careful." Me: "Ben, you are not going to be careful at McDonalds?" Ben: "Nope, I not be careful and I gonna fall down." Me: "Won't that hurt?" Ben: "Yup. It gonna hurt."
There's nothing worse than hearing a knock at the door at noon and you are still in your bathrobe. However, it quickly turns to sheer joy when you see the fed-ex truck in your driveway, allowing you to lie in wait for the delivery guy to leave before snatching your new steamer of the front porch.
Boxing up maternity clothes to get rid of them. Emma is helping, and asks, "Mommy, what is that?" "It's a maternity shirt. It is for when you have a baby in your belly." "Oh," she says, "it's big to cover up your big fattness." Thanks a lot, kid.
What did you NOT do this week?