Not Me . . .
Thought I would join with MckMama in doing a Not Me post...
I wasn't the mom who had the worst 7 days of motherhood yet in the week prior to Mother's Day and then spent the entire day feeling like she didn't deserve to be "honored" . . . not me!
I didn't race around trying to clean my house for a showing while asking my 3-year-old to PLEASE pick up his toys. He didn't clean up his toys only to pull every one of them out into the floor 5 minutes before the people were supposed to show up. And I definitely didn't start crying. And surely he didn't laugh when I cried, prompting me to totally lose my mind and be the worst mom ever . . . not me!
I didn't lay in bed listening to my husband tell my son to go pee before bed. My son surely couldn't have been the one who peed in the trash can instead of the toilet. And even if he had, I would never have been the one who stayed in bed laughing under the covers while my husband cleaned it up . . . not me!
I did not go out on a ladies night this week desperate to escape my horrible week of mothering and realize at the last minute I had no idea what my husband was going to eat. I did not take the leftover spaghetti noodles - realize there wasn't enough sauce to cover them, open a can of straight up diced tomatoes and pour it over the spaghetti, cover it with cheese and tell my husband to heat this "spaghetti casserole" in the oven until the cheese was melted. Not me!
Now, if you would like to share with me in the joys of being totally honest, post a "Not me" blog on your blog and then comment here leaving the address to your blog so we can all follow along!
I wasn't the mom who had the worst 7 days of motherhood yet in the week prior to Mother's Day and then spent the entire day feeling like she didn't deserve to be "honored" . . . not me!
I didn't race around trying to clean my house for a showing while asking my 3-year-old to PLEASE pick up his toys. He didn't clean up his toys only to pull every one of them out into the floor 5 minutes before the people were supposed to show up. And I definitely didn't start crying. And surely he didn't laugh when I cried, prompting me to totally lose my mind and be the worst mom ever . . . not me!
I didn't lay in bed listening to my husband tell my son to go pee before bed. My son surely couldn't have been the one who peed in the trash can instead of the toilet. And even if he had, I would never have been the one who stayed in bed laughing under the covers while my husband cleaned it up . . . not me!
I did not go out on a ladies night this week desperate to escape my horrible week of mothering and realize at the last minute I had no idea what my husband was going to eat. I did not take the leftover spaghetti noodles - realize there wasn't enough sauce to cover them, open a can of straight up diced tomatoes and pour it over the spaghetti, cover it with cheese and tell my husband to heat this "spaghetti casserole" in the oven until the cheese was melted. Not me!
Now, if you would like to share with me in the joys of being totally honest, post a "Not me" blog on your blog and then comment here leaving the address to your blog so we can all follow along!
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