It's that time of every week where women (and men if'n you wanna I suppose) get together and share all the stuff we DID NOT DO in a fun little bloggy carnival started by MckMomma.
It's NOT ME MONDAY and you can read all about it right now!
This past weekend, I did NOT plan a couple nights away with two teenage girls at the coast in order to avoid having to plan a birthday party and all that goes into it. Good Moms actually plan parties instead of avoiding them. Good Mom's also BAKE pretty cakes instead of leaving it up to hubby to buy one on his way home from work one day.
I did NOT get so upset with my 13 year old before we left town when she was whining about having to do her chores (we're talking important stuff, like making sure the chickens have water!) that I threatened to march back to the car and REMOVE her luggage and just drive off by myself. I also did NOT say all of this in front of her flabbergasted friend either.
It was NOT me that spent an hour in the Christian bookstore to avoid the two girls that accompanied me to the Outlet Mall. Knowing they wouldn't come in there voluntarily to just "browse" didn't make me more inclined to just STAY there even longer either.
I did NOT secretly enjoy hanging out with the two wacky girls every once in awhile because it meant I could let my wacky side hang out too. It also did NOT mean that I could get away with buying more stuff at the candy store too.
I really did NOT do an entire blog post about the things I've learned from 13 year olds. She's only been 13 for a week, sheesh, who do I think I am, a genius?
It wasn't me that got stuck drinking a cup of coffee at Applebees while having a nice chat with my husband after he got home from his Men's Retreat. No... seriously, "stuck"... as in thumbs stuck together in the handle of the mug. It was like a chinese finger trap gone embarassingly awry... only it wasn't me. If it had been me, I would have panicked and struggled to figure out a way to get my thumbs OUT without my husband figuring out what was going on. I did NOT barely get my thumbs out of the mug-trap just in time for my husband to take HUGE notice AND for the waitress to stop and refill my cup at the same time. I did NOT choke back the hysterics while he TRIED (without success, I might add) to muffle his laughter. Please, I beg of you, only serve me coffee in a cup with no handles from now on, for I have the dumb.
That's it for my week... WAY too much to not admit to don't you think?!
Now, head over to MckMomma's blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week. It's cheap therapy - cheaper than a light box during the rainy months.