Greetings to you on this November Monday! I'm happy to announce that "Not me" Monday is back...and even happier to share that MckMama's darling son Stellan is home recovering from his surgery, and doing gloriously. There's an honest-to-goodness miracle there; it's nothing short of amazing. Hop on over to MckMama's blog, My Charming Kids, for the story, as well as a great many more "Not me" festivities.
As for me, I definitely didn't find myself in way over my head when I took my two older boys shopping for a friend's birthday present. The interests and needs of an 8-year-old girl do not baffle me in the least. I mean, I was a girl once. Not that long ago. So of course choosing this gift was a piece of cake.
And I absolutely didn't attend a wonderful marriage conference with my husband, and then forget to blog about it. No way. But I'm sure it was a helpful aid for the week following said marriage conference, since I've hardly seen him for an hour a day since then...
I definitely haven't already asked my midwife for the list of needed "birth kit" items. Because I am not in the least interested in having things lined up, and squirreled away. I've never been a person who cares about having all my ducks in a row.
Speaking of birthy stuff, I for sure didn't try on the blank tank I use to labor in, just to see whether or not my back looks fat in it yet. I would never be so vain.
Upon acquiring the newest Steven Curtis Chapman CD, "Beauty Will Rise," I certainly didn't cry all the way through the first time I listened to it. No way. I am not touched at all by what his family has gone through, and music never moves me to tears. Especially not honest, beautiful, poignant instrumentals and lyrics. Nope, not me!
And when the 4-year-old in my home hurt my feelings the other day, I certainly didn't eventually retreat to the bathroom, locking the door, to cry. I mean, as a grown woman, I am always in full possession of my emotions, as well as my hormones. I am never, as a friend of mine put it, "hormotional." And especially not at the hand of a preschooler....
As for me, I definitely didn't find myself in way over my head when I took my two older boys shopping for a friend's birthday present. The interests and needs of an 8-year-old girl do not baffle me in the least. I mean, I was a girl once. Not that long ago. So of course choosing this gift was a piece of cake.
And I absolutely didn't attend a wonderful marriage conference with my husband, and then forget to blog about it. No way. But I'm sure it was a helpful aid for the week following said marriage conference, since I've hardly seen him for an hour a day since then...
I definitely haven't already asked my midwife for the list of needed "birth kit" items. Because I am not in the least interested in having things lined up, and squirreled away. I've never been a person who cares about having all my ducks in a row.
Speaking of birthy stuff, I for sure didn't try on the blank tank I use to labor in, just to see whether or not my back looks fat in it yet. I would never be so vain.
Upon acquiring the newest Steven Curtis Chapman CD, "Beauty Will Rise," I certainly didn't cry all the way through the first time I listened to it. No way. I am not touched at all by what his family has gone through, and music never moves me to tears. Especially not honest, beautiful, poignant instrumentals and lyrics. Nope, not me!
And when the 4-year-old in my home hurt my feelings the other day, I certainly didn't eventually retreat to the bathroom, locking the door, to cry. I mean, as a grown woman, I am always in full possession of my emotions, as well as my hormones. I am never, as a friend of mine put it, "hormotional." And especially not at the hand of a preschooler....
1 comment:
HAHAHAHAHAA - "I for sure didn't try on the blank tank I use to labor in, just to see whether or not my back looks fat in it yet."
Best line ever!!
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