i have not missed Not Me Mondays, because i do not consider it therapy and i definitely do not feel it is justification for the stupid and embarassing things i do not say and do not dothroughout the week.
i am not glad to be back “online” with a connection speed above 40 kbps. Because the computer is not important to me.
i did not check my daughter’s diaper using the “visual” method, and if i did, i didn’t stick my finger in… well… you know…. the stuff that happens… because it would be the second time that would have happened, if i did. But i didn’t!
i did not call my cousin four times, while trying to call someone else, because i can’t see the display on my cell phone. No, that’s not me.
it wasn’t me who re-arranged A1’s room twice in one day. No, because i’m too busy for that.
i didn’t enjoy dinner with my husband this weekend, or watching my daughter play on the floor with her grandparents.
i didn’t seriously consider setting an alarm clock this morning, so i could have enough time to do my devotionals and catch up on blogging. no, that wasn’t me.
and i didn’t, no i didn’t, almost panic last night when i could not get home, due to a road closure. no, because i don’t panic.