Not Me! Monday

Here we are again, my chance to be totally honest with you about what I was not doing this past week. And we owe it all thanks to MckMama at My Charming Kids.

I did not just spend 2 hours on the phone with my Mom while the 3 little guys ran around like mad men attacking eachother with their nerf swords. I did not proceed to make my Mom have to listen to them screaming and yelling in the background, as if I didn't notice the super loudness of it all. I also did not see 12pm roll around, and watch my 4 year old pull out the ingredients for a quesadilla and like a big boy make one for his little brother and for himself. It was not me that sat, yep-still chatting on the phone, watching my 2 year old eat his cold and non-melted quesadilla with a big grin on his face like it was the best meal he had ever eaten, without going and actually heating it up for him. I am of hispanic heritage and would NEVER dream of allowing my children to eat a cold tortilla. That would be unheard of in our home. I did not tell my Mom what her grandson was doing for his little brother, so that she could be as proud of him as I was at the moment for being so sweet and caring.

It was not me that sat at the charity dinner that was held at our church this past Saturday night praying that I would win the jewelry being raffled off. No way would I send my husband (In the name of helping the missions efforts, of course) to purchase 2 more raffle tickets to give myself a better chance. It wasn't me that won...no, really IT WASN'T ME. But, our pastor's son did win and then passed the gorgeous jewels onto his mother, whom they were meant to belong to, obviously. It wasn't me that tried to be consoled by reminding myself that I got a set very similar to it for my 30th birthday, so what was I upset about. I am truly glad that our Pastor's wife got them. I know she will look stunning in that set.

It surely is not going to be me missing my husband as he has to go out of town for the next 2 days on business. I am not a big wuss when it comes to staying up on our mountain alone and would definitely NOT ask my 3 little guys to camp out in our king size bed to keep 'Daddy's side of the bed warm'. I am fearless and enjoy having a big, huge bed to myself. Yep, that is right...love sleeping alone. OK, I hate it...so, hurry home, Baby. Oh, and by the way, Timmy, it is not me that noticed the 'xoxo' you have been leaving on all the receipts you leave for me to file in the check book. No way did that touch my heart and make me want to give you a big squeeze. I certainly do not consider you a thoughtful and sweet and romantic and kind man. No way would I feel like the most blessed wife in the world, because then I would have to take back my little tantrum last night. Which brings me to...it was not me having a tantrum last night.

It is not me trying to hold onto my youth for the next few days, due to my eldest son turning 16 on Friday. No way am I feeling like I am super old and wondering why I still don't have all the answers to the pressing questions that life brings. Maybe, if I really get my act together I can have those answers for you by next Monday....yeah, right, not me.