As a kid I remember my dad saying he had 6 kids once. Really there are 5 kids, but he said Not Me was his sixth kid. The one that always got blamed for everything.
Then I was reading some blogs a few years back and I was reading all of these Not Me! Monday posts. They were a great way of confessing all of the things that went wrong the past week. I participated a few times, but then my blogging fuse sort of fizzled. But this year, I'm back!
Not Me! Monday will be more fun than ever before. I've found having 2 kids means I make twice the mistakes. Just think of when I have more kids...wow!
I didn't stay inside the house for 4 days straight...Not Me.
I didn't make Dave stop at Chick Fil A for dinner on his way home because I was too lazy to cook....Not Me.
I didn't forget my Visiting Teachers were coming until minutes before they arrived while we were eating our Chick Fil A dinner in a fairly dirty house...Not Me.
I didn't do 7 loads of laundry last week and I most certainly wouldn't just leave baskets of clean clothes to fold and put away for later...Not Me.
I didn't have 2 pajama days in the same week...Not Me.
Oy...that list is pretty frightening. I hope I'm not so lazy this week!
6 years ago