Welcome to 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.
Today is "not me" Monday - and I've such a wealth of "not me" moments, that I'm not even sure where to start! Or which to share!
I'll start with Saturday. I attended CCN's Focus on Parenting simulcast event this weekend. (It was fabulous! I'll blog more on that later.) I was there and it was wonderful, BUT it was "not me" that slipped into the bathroom stall during our break with my coffee in hand. No, I would never do that! How unsanitary! And so, it was certainly "not me" who set the coffee on the back of the toilet, and it was absolutely NOT, (no way) "not my" stall from which you heard a loud Clink, Clang, Splash!!! as the "not my" coffee mug (because I would certainly have left it out on the sink or in a friend's hand or something WAY more acceptable!) fell into the unflushed toilet! How horrifying! No, "not me"! Who would do such a thing? And, then it was "not me" who laughed robustly and announced loudly for ALL the bathroom to hear, "Oh my goodness! My coffee is in the toilet!" What vulgarity! And, then ... of course ... it was SO not me who fished the cup from the toilet, flushed, gingerly carried the offensive thing to the sink, rinsed it off, and stuffed it in my carry-along bag. No way, Jose'! "NOT ME"!
And, oh, I could tell you about last night at the ice rink ... but of course, I wasn't there. I can tell you, however, that it was "not me" who gathered my family together on skates for a family photo courtesy of "not my" friend, Dawn. And because I was not there, it was "not me" who insisted that we all pose in spite of the fact that "not my" child was whining and shaking his head, "nooooOOOH" while skating off in the other direction. It was "not me" who ignored my husband's, "It's okay, honey. Let it go!" No, I would have heard his suggestion, respected it, and "let it go". So, then ... OF COURSE ... it was "not me" who grabbed "not my" whiny son and hoisted him onto "not my" hip ... in skates ... because I would know that this is pure foolishness! An ice dancer, I am not! So, to hoist a wiggly 5-year-old up in the air - and expect that all would go well ... WELL, I am WAY wiser than that! So, when you look at the following photo, that is SO "NOT ME"!
"not me" on the ice!