I must confess. I'm a mess. (Boo! I know, terrible. I'm running out of ways to start these posts. No more lame rhymes, I swear!) It's Monday, which means time to unload some of the not-so-proud moments in my life. Lucky for you, there are plenty! If you just can't get enough, head over to MckMama's site for more Not Me! fun.
I did not try to run two major errands, on opposite sides of town, on a Friday, at 4:30 p.m. in Nashville. I would never do that because I'm totally clued in to the major amounts of traffic that pour onto the roads at 4:30 p.m. in Nashville, especially on Friday. I have not been in my home or in my little circle of town for so long that this fact slipped my mind. No way! I would never do that. Because then I would have a preschooler with a meltdown and a hungry baby freaking out. Whew. Good thing I avoided that.
I do not watch so much Children's T.V. that I get semi-obsessed with the real life characters and their real lives. I have not been known to Google some of them to see what they're doing now, and I certainly don't find myself thinking, "Awww, I really like them. I hope they make it in show biz." Because that is sad and weird. And I'm neither. Really.
I did not send my husband off to work today in a near midriff undershirt because I'm so behind on the laundry. That would be sad. And probably uncomfortable.
I did not nearly come unhinged when my preschooler said to me, "Mommy, I'm tired of you." It did not take every ounce of my self-restraint not to say, "Oh really? Because I'm pretty dang tired of you today, too." Only a really mean mom would think that about her precious three year old. And I certainly did not throw it back in his face later, when he pitched a fit about my leaving the house. I did not say, "Remember when you said you were tired of me? Well, now's your chance for a break."
Well. Enough patting myself on the back for today. I'm sure there's more, however, it's nap time, and I have some sitting around to do.