Monday, April 13, 2009

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. Normally, you could head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week, but she's still in the hospital taking care of sweet baby Stellan.

The past few Not Me! Monday posts have made me feel like I'm part of the population that has a lifetime ticket to board the crazy bus. I tried to think of some boring confessions for this past week, but I couldn't. So this week's post is no different.
At the mall last week, I did not return the maternity jeans I declared perfect in the fitting room and disastrous at home even though my husband all but begged me just keep them. While I was there, I didn't try on a dozen or more different pairs of maternity denim and deem each one unacceptable. And I did not tell the sales lady at one of the stores to stop trying to sell me a pair of pants even though that's what I needed when she insisted that the maternity pants did not make my shape look any different than my normal jeans when they were unbuttoned with the belly band holding them up. And after she said this, I did not stomp into my fitting room ala an angry teenager and vow never to try on another pair of maternity jeans ... only to return to A Pea in the Pod three days later and find a pair of jeans that was strikingly similar (.5 inches more denim around the hips) to the ones I tried at the previous store. Nope, not me!
I have not been stalking the building in our downtown where my favorite coffee shop used to be since it closed the first of the year. And I have not been counting down the days until the grand opening of the shop that's taking its place because I'm not that obsessed with chai freezes, a drink that was on the old place's menu. And I did not stomp my feet and scowl today, the day of the grand opening, when it i stepped outside and found it was 40 degrees and pouring buckets of rain thus making it too cold to actually indulge in a chai freeze.
And I didn't eat this by myself in four days time and rationalize that consuming chocolate on Easter weekend is quite normal:

I totally know that the celebration of Christ's death and ressurection are not excuses for consuming an entire box of chocolate.
At the orthodontist's office today, I did not bribe G with a special treat in an attempt to encourage him to sit quietly in his stroller while mommy got her braces adjusted. And I did not cheap out on my dear toddler and give him a special treat consisting of chocolate milk and a bowl full of raisins even though he eats raisins daily. And I did not breach my own rules at the orthodontist's office either by shouting out a loud cheer and clapping after the orthodontist told me we could set up an appointment to take my braces off in eight weeks ... nor did I encourage my wide-eyed toddler to clap upon hearing the news, too. Nope, I know about office appointment etiquette, and I'm certainly trying to teach my toddler how to act appropriately in all situations and not let his actions be dictated by emotion.
You know, when I put it that way, toddlers and pregnant ladies have a lot in common -- they are ruled by their cravings and emotions.
OK, time for you to tell me you ride the crazy bus, too. What didn't you do this past week?


  1. Haha! I'd say toddlers and ANY ladies have a lot in common, but that's just me. :)

    So glad to hear someone else does NOT stomp and scowl in fitting rooms like a teenager.

  2. I hope you and your toddler experience some extra special bonding during this pregnancy. I can't wait to hear next week about the temper tantrums you guys had at the mall. Wait, you had one this week in the fitting room. Toddler, you have some catching up to do.

  3. Oh my- I need some of that chocolate!


  4. some great not me mondays there. Have Im sorry it has taken me so long to cemment

  5. Ha! I love your cathartic Not Me romps!


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