And now it's time for Not Me! Monday, the part of the show when Jeanette comes clean (or not!) of all the things that have not been happening this week. Get the whole story at MckMama's blog here and write some of your own Not Me! confessions. I guarantee it has cleansing powers. Well, at least entertaining powers....
It was not me who heard my son shout "Look Momma apples!" in the supermarket and then turn around just in time to catch him taking a big bite of one. Ha, not me! I always have complete control of my kiddies and never let them wander free. And if he had, I would not have been appalled to discover that he had chosen the most expensive apples in the store to "taste-test". After purchasing the expensive apple, I did not tell him he had to eat it before he could have a popsicle, and when I later found said apple abandoned on a table at home, I did not hurriedly eat it so as to not waste that money. Nope! Not me!
It was not me who had the misfortune of discovering her son was once again painting with poop in his bedroom. If I had, I certainly would have dealt with that son calmly and rationally, and would not have expected it to happen again the next day. Because of course it didn't. No, not to me!
It was not me trying to frantically make the house look presentable before my younger sister arrived for a visit on Thursday. I did not suddenly remember that she is as messy as me on Thursday and subsequently take the family out for dinner instead of finishing any last-minute cleaning. Nope, not me! And when my sister arrived in the airport, we did not drag the whole family in just so we could greet her at the gate, only to find that you can only greet international flights at the baggage claim. And I did not squeal like an excited pig when I saw my only sister for the first time in a long time. Not me!
As evidenced from the photo above, we did not actually follow through with our "let's make sure we get a family picture with all of us in it" promise that we say each holiday. And if we had, I would not have dressed the whole family in matching shirts. :) Hee Hee, not me!
When we took the family to the local spray park for the Fourth, my big strong tough Beast did not spend most of his time gingerly dipping his toes in the water, while my Drama Queen certainly did not run fearlessly through all the fountains and climb to the tops of all the rocks without her parents' help. Nope. That would have been so out of character for them!
And the Spud did not fall immediately in love with his aunt and spend most of his holiday hanging out with her.
I did not allow fireworks such as the one above to be set off in my driveway. If I had, the kids and I would not have been sitting just a few feet away. Too dangerous!
And when hubby suggested that our 3-year-old and 2-year-old get to play with their own sparklers, I did not give in. If I had, I would not have been standing there the whole time alternately holding my breath in fear and shouting at the Beast to get his sparkler away from his shirt before he set himself on fire. Ha - not me!