Mar
2
2009
Not Me! Monday
It’s that time again. Time for confessions of all things you did NOT (really did) do this past week. This wonderful little (not so much) group therapy session was created by the fantastic MckMama.To play along with us write a post about all the things you “didn’t” do this week then go to My Charming Kids and add your name to Mr. Linky at the bottom of her “Not Me Monday” post. Come on you know you’re just dying to fess up.
This week:
- I did NOT spend the majority of the week sneezing, snorting and spewing because someone in my family (I won’t name the culprit) brought home his cootie bugs from school and decided to share with the mama.
- Said child did NOT end up missing 2 days of school because of the cooties and did NOT in the process drive this mama absolutely bonkers for these 2 days. I mean a good mama would so love to care for, nurture and take care of their somewhat sick child and want to take care of his every need without complaint right? Yeah well this mama was sick too, remember? I mean come on people where is my mama? I don’t feel good and I want my mommy. Wwwwwaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh mommy? Okay I’m over it and oh yeah she’s in Florida for the winter so I suppose I’d better suck it up.
- I did NOT run in to the pharmacy to pick up some Mucinex for this nasty illness and end up purchasing a humidifier for my bedroom. This humidifier really is making a difference. I mean I wake up able to breathe through my nose for once in my life, but where is the mist? Shouldn’t I see something besides frost? All I’m witnessing is a windchill of -32 and my doggies teeth chattering.
- I did NOT become slightly disappointed when last night at work my friend Wendy asked me to feel little Gracie move inside her tummy and the little booger decided to run and hide from me. The little diva does jumping jacks, some stellar tap dancing on her mama’s bladder and even stretches herself out so that her little self is resting comfortably somewhere about her mama’s ribcage. That diaphragm you found there little missy belongs to your mama and if you could move down just a couple of inches she could breathe much easier. I don’t think it’s too much to ask and just remember I just might be the lucky one who gets to attend your much anticipated delivery and I really want us to get off to a good start. Mmmkay?
- I did NOT crack up when Cade came crying to me that Phoebe had his stuffed cow in her kennel. He claimed that he left it lying on the table, but that’s just slightly unbelieveable since her legs are only 2 inches long at best. Upon pulling out this cow I notice she’s pulled out quite a bit of stuffing through the eyes which are now holes. I stuff the stuffing back inside his cow and told him I would fix it. He runs off wailing to his room that it can’t be fixed. I told him I could sew buttons on just like in “Coraline”. He says no way (yeah I thought it was a bit creepy myself) that it just won’t be the same. I mean for gosh sakes this is a cow he won for 50 cents at the claw game at the Walmart entrance. Note to self: take plenty of quarters and pray hard that there is a cow near the top of the claw game tomorrow when I go shopping or else take enough money to bribe the entrance host/hostess to move one near the top for me.
