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!" Visit Mck Mama if you'd like to read what she and everyone else have so not been doing this week.
I am definitely not posting my Not Me! Monday on Tuesday because I have not been screaming busy trying to do things like vacuum the massive amounts of dog hair from the floor/buy the toddler a bicycle that he can actually ride/take over and learn a small business/help the toddler to remember to not pee in his Elmo underwear/run a household/fulfill all of a certain husband's snuggling needs/shower at least once per week.
Speaking of embarrassing, I did not cry myself to sleep Saturday night after watching the final scenes of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, a movie that I totally did not insist the hubs rent for our date night.
Also, I did not become irrational after watching the very moving last scenes of a little toddler just because my dear sweet toddler was spending the weekend with his Grandma Puppy and I couldn't run upstairs to snuggle him and make sure he was breathing. I so do not ever check to make sure the toddler is still breathing at the ripe old age of almost two.
And in an equally irrational moment, I certainly did not become irate with my dear husband after watching the movie and sobbing for my toddler because my dear husband refused to let me drive two hours to my mom's house to snuggle the toddler and check to make sure he was breathing at midnight... and I did not tell my dear hubs that he was insensitive and a jerk face for making me wait until the morning to fetch my little guy. No way. That wasn't me ... at all. I swear.
Well, I think I've confessed enough, so let's just stop while I'm ahead .... or at least not so totally far behind.