Welcome to Not Me Monday, where I have the opportunity to tell you all the things that did NOT happen over the past week.
Since I have a great laundry system, I’m always caught up on laundry and Mark does not have a extra stash of underwear in his closet so that when he needs to remind me, “I need you to wash our laundry” he isn’t completely out of underwear.
The weather was cold and raining on the third day of our vacation (tent camping) and it was after dark when we grilled hot dogs and fed the children. As all 12 of us were huddled around the picnic table eating and trying to avoid the rain dripping off the edges of our shelter, Kaitlin (12) did not quickly pull her feet up onto the bench and start yelling about a skunk under the table. She did not claim that she had seen a skunk sneak under the screen of our shelter and dart under the table.
After attempting to calm everyone down, begging them to, for pity’s sake keep their feet still and looking under the table , Mark and I did not assure Kaitlin that it couldn’t have been a skunk that she saw. A skunk certainly would not go under a table already occupied by 12 pairs of feet.
A few minutes later, we did not discover, not one but two skunks under the picnic table.
(Evidently skunks love hot dogs.) Kaitlin was not jumping up and down with delight that we believed her story while she graciously accepted our apologies.
When Colby (4) put his shirt on backwards and inside out I immediately helped him to put it on correctly and did not allow him to wear it backward and inside out all day long.
Isabella spits up a lot, but I’ve got it under control. We never find splats of dried spit up on the floor. We never sleep on sheets that have been spit up upon and our clothes never smell vaguely of spit up.
I do not keep between 4 and 6 spit clothes scattered around the house in strategic spots and I certainly never tell complete strangers who wish to hold Bella, “Be careful, she spits” as I hand them a cloth.
Nope, not me!
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