Not Me! Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.


So, she does this post every Monday...the Not Me! post...a post where you can be completely honest and candid, live to tell about it, while we pretend that we actually did not really do any of the things you post about. She has listed some pretty candid things. How about this for candid: Peeing in a Subway cup? No, not MckMama. So, here is my first Not Me! Monday post, although, you know that with my super busy life I can't promise that it will happen every Monday, or even on a Monday, for that matter.

So, I did NOT find an old bag of Reese's Easter Eggs in a hidden away box and proceed to eat 2 the other night. No, not me!! Of course, I didn't. That would be gross since Easter was almost a year ago.

And, when Walker felt bad that he had a little accident before he got to the Costco bathroom yesterday, due to a sneeze, I did not proceed to tell him that I also have that problem. No way, not me! What little boy would want to know that about their Mama?!!

Of course, I did not leave a load of clothes in the washer, hoping that Karizma would put them in the dryer for me (which she did) without having to ask her. No, not me! It did not happen to be around the time I was sitting in my room with the door closed eating the old and stale chocolate eggs. Uh-uh, no way.

I would say that I seem to have an issue with hoarding candy lately, but that would mean admitting that I bought a bag of gummy bears, opened it and again proceeded to eat it in that corner of my room praying none of the kids would knock on the door and I would have to share. Not me!! What kind of mother would do that?!?!?

And lastly, I did not go to the grocery store, buy a bag of Astro Pops, (you know, like Big Sticks?) and tell Walker that he and his brothers couldn't have any because they are pregnancy pops, only for women that are pregnant, and let him believe every word of what I was saying. NOT ME, NOT ME, NOT ME!

If any of these things were true, I would have to be seen by a therapist or something. They would surely tell me I have some issues with food, hoarding, and the biggest one (which I seem to have to discuss with my children on a daily basis), 'does not share well with others'. Not me, because that would make me a horrible example. Maybe that is why I don't eat these treats alone in my bedroom.

(Scroll down for a post from last night...a 'sticks foot in mouth post')