Not Me! Monday

This week has had a few choice moments, in fact, TODAY has had it’s moments as well, so here’s my shot at Not Me! Monday…

i did not want to stay in bed several days this week, because i didn’t want to get up and look at the snow melting away, leaving behind mud and yucky post-snow melt.

i did not believe my husband several times when he was telling me things that weren’t true. Not only were they untrue, they were SOOOO untrue, i should have guessed!

i surely didn’t ask to move back to Florida like five times, so that we could avoid the cold weather and another ice storm.

i didn’t decide to put away my Christmas decorations and tear down the tree the day after Christmas. No, i wouldn’t do that just because A1 was having a great day, and would entertain herself for a couple of hours so i could get it done. Huh uh. Not me.

i did not laugh uncontrolably at some of the children’s letters to Santa that were published in the newspaper this week, because i recognized their last names and know their parents. No, i would never do that, nor would i secretly wonder how those parents were going to afford (during a recession) all the presents some of their children had meticulously listed in single spaced typing on said letters to Santa.

Since i didn’t do that, i certainly didn’t secretly thank God that A1 is only into Link-A-Do links and rattles and other “cheap” toys that she can flap around and smack me in the head with. Nope. Not me.

i didn’t stick out my tongue and make funny noises at the B Family Christmas party yesterday, especially since my baby was in another room and i was standing at a table in front of other adults, no child in sight. No, that wouldn’t be me.

i also didn’t kiss my daughter’s feet this morning, and get toe jam in my mouth. Cause that would totally gross me out. Seriously. No, that wasn’t me.

i didn’t laugh at my husband when he questioned the choice of socks i put on my daughter. No, because he was right in saying that if i continue to put the same socks on her day after day, she will get athlete’s foot. And because i didn’t laugh at him, i had no trouble telling him that “they” make athletic socks for infants, and i happened to buy three bags of them. So, while my daughter appears to be wearing the same socks day after day, she really is not. And because i didn’t laugh, and had no trouble explaining it, i am still not laughing. No. Not at all.

i didn’t have a meltdown in the middle of the grocery store parking lot today, because A1 was having a meltdown. Nope. And my sister wasn’t totally worried about me, and she didn’t call my mom and other sister to make sure i hadn’t completely lost it. No, because i didn’t have a meltdown.

and i didn’t carry that meltdown to my husband, and i surely didn’t “bark” at him for “rustling” open a bag of Triscuits while i was trying to watch “Trading Spouses: Meet Your New Mommy”, nor did i put myself in a time-out shortly thereafter. No, because hollering at your husband for rustling open a bag of Triscuits is just not dignified.

Because i didn’t have my meltdown, and i didn’t “bark” at my husband, he didn’t remind me the rest of the night, how i didn’t “bark” at him about the stinkin’ Triscuits!

i will remember this Not Me! Monday for a long time!
MckMama usually has a Not Me! Monday post, and hundreds of people link to it. There is no link tonight. Her family needs prayer. We all need prayer, but if you could say a little one for Stellan, it would sure be great!