What's Not Me! Monday, you ask? Here's a description of this weekly blog carnival by its creator:
"Are you feeling guilty for leaving the windows open to catch a breeze when you know the air is on? Feel like a bag lady for wearing the same shirt for days on end? Get tricked by a fake news story and feel foolish? We'll don't! Not Me! Monday was born out of my desire to admit some of my imperfections and reveal a few moments I'd rather forget. You may find it therapeutic to join in and do the same thing!"
Normally, you can visit Mck Mama to read what she and everyone else have so not been doing, but MckMama is really busy tending to baby Stellan, who was transported to Boston because his SVT is becoming uncontrollable. Would you pray for baby Stellan?
It would be appropriate to today, at the 33 week mark, talk about the ridiculousness that has so not been happening at my house since 8 a.m. Friday morning.
Since then I have definitely not begun "nesting," which means I so have not gone totally bonkers cleaning/organizing/decorating the entire three-bedroom, two-bathroom house.
And I have not insisted my husband take over some of my projects that have been spurred by my nesting behaviors rather than abandoning my plans for household perfection after he scolded me for standing atop of chairs to put up decorations that so have not been lying around gathering dust for the past year that we've lived here.
And when my husband balked at hanging my pictures in the living room, I did not plant my feet firmly on the floor, cross my arms, squint my eyes into a glare and ask him if he was sure he wanted to make that executive decision.
And those pictures are not hanging on our wall as I type because a certain fear of driving a certain wife over her pregnant edge did not invade his body upon watching the pregnant monster all but growl with displeasure after he said he'd rather do it a different time.
I'm also not chair bound with swollen feet while I should be making dinner right now because I managed to overdo it today after working a shift at Curves by going on round billion of the cleaning/decorating/organizing spree.
Nope, not me. Not me at all.