Not Me! Monday

Welcome to my version of "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.

If you ask my husband, there is no telling what he would say about all of this...

I did not forget that I had moved the curling iron to keep my daughter from grabbing it. I did not reach down without looking and grab the hot side of the curling iron. I am never that careless - not me! (And, if you ask, I will tell you just how much that did not hurt.)

I did not put on a new outfit on my daughter and marvel that it just didn't seem to be fitting right. I did not comment to others that it was really tight in the front and really loose in the back. I did not have any idea that I put it on backwards until I went to get another outfit, went to my daughter and found that my loving friend had fixed the mistake. I did not feel a bit silly - not me!

When my friend's sister held up an adult shirt that resembled the top of my daughter's outfit and asked me which side was the front, I did not answer honestly. I did momentarily wonder why she didn't know the front from the back before I realized they were making fun at me. I am not that clueless- not me!

I did not spend much of the weekend laughing my head off at my husband playing Guitar Hero on the Wii. We had never played before this weekend and we both really enjoyed playing our friends' game. I do not think it is hysterical how my husband could not stop playing and saying "I ROCK!" I never laugh at my husband! And, I won't be watching the video of him playing in coming days just for laughs - not me!

I went on a a double date with my husband and some good friends on Valentine's day. That much is true. I was excited about being out without the kids. I was just a little worried about my 1 year-old who is not used to being left with a babysitter. I asked my husband numerous times if he thought she was okay. I did not put my phone in my big momma bag (oh, and I did not bring my big momma bag out on a date) where I could not hear it over the noise of the restaurant. That would be terrible if the babysitter called and I couldn't actually hear my phone. Thank goodness that wasn't me! (And... thank goodness the babysitter had my friend's phone number, too.)