“Not Me” – Bravely confessing some of my (or my family’s) faults, failings and quirks by denying them.
Nicholas (1) does not LOVE to wear necklaces. He does not crawl around the house trolling for necklaces to put on and he does not clap and wave when he finds one in an attempt to get everyone to look at him with his beautiful decoration. His older brothers do not quickly strip him of his trophy in order to maintain some manly dignity for the Olive boys.
Of course the bigger boys do not scour the house looking for necklaces. They do not find them and put them away just to keep them out of the hands of their baby brother.
Colby (2) does not prefer the pink bib to the blue one, much to the chagrin of his older brothers. His older brothers have not taught him to call the pink bib “white”. They would not want to confuse him with his colors merely to avoid the shame of having their younger brother walk around the house asking for his pink bib.
My children did not capture a cricket and place him in the enclosed driver’s area of the electric train so that he could “drive” the train around the track. The little cricket, ensconced in the driver’s cabin was not hopping, crawling and squirming trying desperately to escape.
The children did not proceed to show me their ant passenger, who being more astute than I and seeing where this game was leading, was evidently trying to commit suicide by leaping off the flat car on which he was riding. A few minutes later I did not hear one little miscreant shout, “smash him a little bit so that he won’t jump off the train.” WHAT?? We teach our children to be kind to critters, so they would not advocate partially smashing a helpless ant simply so they could continue their game.
When Colby (2) came into the kitchen while I was washing the dishes by hand (yep the dishwasher is still broken) and said that he was hungry, I did not pick up the leftover scrambled eggs, sit Colby on the floor and set the eggs, serving dish and spoon included on his lap and tell him to eat up.
Y’all know I always have everything together, the laundry is always caught up, food is always fixed and we never struggle with clutter, so you know that this picture must have been staged. I did not give our 2 year old cold eggs and have him eat them with a serving spoon. What really happened was that I set him down with a lovely china plate purchased for pennies at a yard sale (of course) and gave him a healthy homemade granola bar. He was shoeless because he had taken his shoes off at the front door, not because he 1) was playing outside in the poison ivy without shoes 2) took his shoes off and threw them into the poison ivy for us to try to find several days from now when we are running around trying to get out of the house and not be late for some appointment or other.
We have not had company 9 out of the past 11 days. I am not exhausted, over committed, or overwhelmed. Mark is not working nearly 80 hours a week, only stopping for a couple hours each evening to eat dinner and lead family worship. I do not miss my oldest “baby” who is staying with her great-grandmother this week.