Here are some things that I most definitely did not do this week:
I most certainly did not crack into a gigantic smile today when I discovered a voicemail that my husband left me last week. I did not get any pleasure out of listening to him say that Tennessee’s football team was going to wipe up the field with Alabama. I did not listen to the message more than once just for kicks. No way – not me.
I did not decide that salsa and chips would make an excellent lunch today. I am not sitting here at 2:15 eating them while I type out this list. That would not be healthy so I would not enjoy the salty treat at all –not me.
I did not take my kids to 2 different pumpkin patches this weekend only to decide to get pumpkins at Wal-mart because they were bigger and cheaper. I was not totally thrilled that they didn’t mind that we didn’t make a family trip to Wal-mart (because the game was about to start). All of that- it would be totally insane- so I wouldn’t do it- not me.
I did not give a gift to a 4 year-old that required one of his parents to spend time getting it set up, during the birthday party. I did not later admit to the parent that we had a similar toy, which the boys loved, that I have since hid because of the fighting it caused. That might mean my thoughtful gift wasn't that thoughtful - so I didn't do that - not me.
I did not give my 11 month old her first taste of a pop-tart this week because I was running late and out of her favorite Ritz crackers. That would be too extremely different from the homemade baby food that I prepared for my 1st son. I cannot imagine that I would do that-not me.
I do not secretly love it and cringe every time my son tells people over and over and over (repeat 5 times) that he is allergic to nuts. This happened today at the birthday party. I could not feel proud and embarrassed about that at the same time—not me.
I did not groan loudly and exaggerate my disbelief when my husband complained (in a ‘I know I shouldn’t be saying this way’) about how hard it is to adjust to the noise at home after being out of town. I would not react in a childish way like that- no way, not me.
I am not sad to make myself stop blogging because I have a ton of housework to do. I thrive on laundry and washing dishes so finishing this post couldn’t make me sad – not me.
Thanks for reading what's not going on here. Feel to let me know what you are not doing.