Monday, October 26, 2009

Not Me Monday

It's that time again.  I've been getting pretty good about making mental notes for my Monday posts.  Or maybe I've just gotten better at not doing things.

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I did not surrender in a battle of the wills, to get my middle daughter to wear shorts under her dress.  The child who often wakes before 6:30am and cries for a "prilly dress."  Who would change into another "prilly dress" for bedtime instead of pajamas.

I did not casually look on while my daughter run up and down a cotton seed hill, falling at the bottom and undoubtably sharing her panties with whoever cared to glane over.  And her cousin Big Bird, did not giggle when he noticed her dress at her waist.  At almost 3 years old, he is not old enough to realize why that sort of thing should be embarassing.

I certainly do not have photographic evidence of this event.

This Saturday was Yard Sale day at our house.

I did not wake at 5:45am to set up for it, causing much noise that kept my poor husband from sleeping much longer.

As I was setting up for said yard sale, I did not realize that it would still be dark at the 6:30am start time I had posted on craigslist.  Some early birds out and about did not inform me that I was getting an earlier start than most.  I was under the impression that good yard sales started early and that was how you made sure to sell as much as possible.  We certainly did not make the most money after 8:30am.  Guess I could have slept a bit longer.

After such a long and tiring day, I did not decide to wear my white tank top and exercise shorts to a birthday dinner at a restaurant.  When I arrived, there was not double the amount of people I expected there.  Someone did not ask me if I had just gotten done working out and I did not respond that "my life is a workout."  I wonder if that legitimized my clothing choice.

I also did not have smears of pumpkin guts on my leg when I entered the restaurant, because I had just left my oldest daughter at the neighbors after helping her carving her pumpkin at their pumpkin party.

We are always dressed appropriately in our family.


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