Today is my first time participating in MckMama’s “Not Me Mondays.” I don’t remember how I found her blog, but I did and I’ve been praying for her little MckMuffin as he has battled with weeks of SVT and other heart “stuff” (says the peds nurse – shamful, I know). Thankfully, he’s home now and the happy meal is back together again (seriously, these kids are super cute, check out the blog and see!). Anyways, MckMama is all about being totally, completely, and brutally honest, so she created “Not Me Mondays” so we could all confess what we absolutely did not do this week! It’s refreshing to see other women living perfectly put-together lives, just like I do every day.
Here goes nothing…
Last week I most certiantly did not leave work early under the pretence of visiting with out of town friends, only to go home take a 3 hour nap with my hubby. It would be irresponsible to use 4 of my 4.32 comp hours to go home and take a nap – I’d never do that!
I did not indulge in margarita after margarita for Lisa’s birthday on Friday night, I also did not follow my margaritas with a Ruby and I did not end the night lying in bed with a bag of Cheetos. That being said, I absolutely did not go out the next night to celebrate Jenny’s bachelorette and did not have 3 (3.5?) Long Islands which did not result in me dancing (ha! I don’t think I can call what I was not doing “dancing” after that many drinks!) the night away and stumbling home at 3:30 am. Nope, that doesn’t sound like me at all! I’m a virtuous woman who practices sobriety and clean-living all the time.
I have not been trying to talk my husband into moving to (duh, duh, dun!) Gresham in hopes of us saving money so that we can eventually buy a house someday, and I sure didn’t use the proximity of Dairy Queen as a tool to sway him in my direction. I also didn’t hope spending the afternoon golfing with his BFF would help convince him that a move to the “East side” wouldn’t be so bad. Oh, and a blizzard and a bag of balls certiantly didn’t do the trick and we’re not touring a potential townhome soon.
I did not fall in love with the curly-haired baby at my friend’s house yesterday. I did not spend her entire nap staring at her, and I certiantly did not poke her gently so she’s wake up slightly and use that as an excuse to pick her up and let her complete her nap on my lap. Nope, not me!
I do not have piles of laundry waiting for me downstairs. I am not procrastinating by reading blogs. A responsible housewife would not do that.
I am not wondering if it’s ok for me to eat lunch this early. I am not a fatty like that. I only eat small, low-fat meals every 3-4 hours. I would never make a grilled cheese only 1.5 hours after eating breakfast. Never.
I did not think confessing like this was fun and I probably won’t do it again next week!
♥ Mrs. BigTime