It was NOT ME that snuck onto my dear friend's blog to surprise her with a shiny new header, only to forget to log out until AFTER I left a comment on someone else's blog. Boy I could get myself into trouble with that! I'm so glad there is no evidence that I did it!
I did NOT just spend four days of heaven at the beach with my husband and some best friends. If I had a gloriously wonderful time, then it means that I was not devoting all of my maternal energies into worrying about my four kids who, one right after another, came down with a bad case of gastrointestinal distress (aka NOROVIRUS) while they were in the care of my parents, who now ALSO are sharing in the family love (and vomit, and laundry, and misery). Sorry again, Mom and Dad.
Speaking of vomit, it was NOT ME that completely flipped a lid when her son tossed his cookies into a laundry basket this morning. It wasn't so much the fact that he hit the laundry basket, because it was (surprisingly) empty and I was proud of him for aiming at something waterproof instead of the carpet. It was the fact that the OTHER son, who fiddles constantly, flipped the basket upside down and onto the carpet and HIMSELF while I was attending to the one who had just gotten sick and hadn't yet cleaned out the laundry basket. I would not flip my lid over flung vomit... not at all!
I don't know about you, but that's about all I can stomach for today... *snicker*
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