Yes, friends... it's a throw back to some my favorite type of blog post- the Not Me! Monday. I've had a bunch of self-deprecating blog posts rolling around in my noggin....
.....so, I thought I'd air them out for you.
Let's see if Not Me! Monday posts are like riding a bike:
I did not spend a lot of time getting all dolled up for the first day of MOPS last month. I did not treat it like the first day of school. I did not lay out clothing the night before, and in my true-to-free spirit self, I did not forget to make sure that I had clean undergarments to wear to this not at all important day of the year. I did not get out of the shower that morning to realize that I had zero clean underwear. I am always on top of the laundry situation in our house. I am never in need of clean undergarments (and neither are my kids and husband... never). Furthermore, I am never behind on housekeeping, in general. I have a cleaning schedule, and I always stick to it. I did not end up wearing maternity underwear to MOPS that day. Nope! Not me! Not only do I always have clean underwear in my drawer, I always rotate obsolete clothing out of my closet at the first opportunity. Never would I have maternity underwear in my closet when I haven't been pregnant in.... almost three years.
I would never yell at my boys for using baby-talk to converse with my or their friends. This is not my ultimate pet-peeve. Furthermore, I would never commit the parenting-cardinal sin by talking about my eldest's baby-talking in the kitchen when I did not know his friend was still sitting in our living room. Nope! I would never embarrass my son by speaking about him in front of his friends. Since this conversation never happened, I would not feel like the biggest heel in the world. And later, I would not hope that this faux-pas wouldn't turn into something positive by having said friend pour on some innocent peer pressure to get him to stop baby talking. Dave and I always allow baby-talking in our kids, and we always talk like that to each other. We encourage our kid to talk this way, and do not appreciate all the years sweet A went through speech therapy. We did not work for years and years to get his muscles to move correctly in his mouth only to encourage lazy speech. After all, forty year old men who speak in baby-talk are always the first guys to get the dream job, right?
I would never wear a pair of shoes that always cause blisters on my fourth toes. Not me! I am a sensible girl who always wears sensible shoes. I would never give up comfort for vanity. I did not end up in sock-feet while waiting for the kids to finish singing at church. Nope! I always make the smartest choices for my feet. And I certainly wouldn't scream at the dog the next morning for running across my blistered toe. I would never scream at my dog for something she doesn't understand, and I certainly wouldn't blame my unconditionally loving pet for my own poor leather-bound foot-covering choices.
Well, I'm totally feeling better for my non-confessions. What sort of things did you not do these past few months???