Not Me Monday

I follow this AWESOME blog (http://www.mycharmingkids.net/) and they have a regular blog session every Monday warmly titled “Not Me Monday”. Now, I’m sure you’re wondering, ‘what the heck does that mean?’. As a busy mom of two kids, working full time and TRYING to always be as perfect as I can be as a mom (yeah right…..) I finally am getting up the gumption (is that really a word?) to begin my own “Not Me Monday”. Because I love my two more than words can describe, but I am also human, and maybe not the best role model on some days, some days I said……I invite you all to also join in – the more the merrier! Part of living life is to laugh at yourself too!

But feel free to check out MckMamas website (http://www.mycharmingkids.net/) and read more for yourself.
Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by mckMama,/a>. You can head over to ,a href="http:/www.mycharmingkids.net"> her blog to read what she and everyone else have been doing this week.


It wasn’t me who took the kids to the grocery store in their pajamas because it was much easier than listening to the complaining about how jeans are ‘too scratchy’ and it certainly wasn’t me who also wore my pajama bottoms to same said grocery store while lugging the kids in tow since it was also easier than changing no, certainly not me. And it certainly wasn’t me that was wearing her t-shirt inside out for almost three hours before noticing that it was inside out, to which my realization, replayed what I had done within the past three hours which included filling the outside bird feeders, getting the Sunday paper and grabbing the mail while waiving to neighbors who were dutifully on their way to church – all while wearing my t-shirt (noticeably) inside out – or at least noticeably to others just not me. Nope, not me!

And it wasn’t me who realized when we got to the local home improvement store (yes, Luke the RIGHT one…)that I realized I hadn’t wiped either of my children’s faces since their first meal of the day, no that certainly would not have been something I would have done. I would have been MORTIFIED to have seen pancakes, syrup, pop tarts, milk, fruit, cheese and who knows what else smeared on their cute, adorable little faces.
And I’m sure it wasn’t me that when my daughter had been asking for a Popsicle since 6:30am, finally caved in by 9:30 just to get her to stop asking me again ‘mommy, I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY need a Popsicle!!’ – that certainly could not have been me.
It must not have been me that bribed my older child to join me on an activity so she’d give up the fight she was having with her younger brother, just to bring some peace and quiet? I’m sure I didn’t do that, even if it did include a small piece of chocolate.

And lastly (for now) it wasn’t me who was recently playing in the backyard with my two favorite children (my only children) when a nice woman walked by on the walking path to overhear my youngest child yell to mom who was not buried in the garden under mounds of raspberries not yell “mom – is that a boy or a girl – I can’t tell….” Nope that would have been very embarrassing indeed, so I’m sure that wasn’t me.