I wasn't only praying for Stellan to get well so he could go home...I was anxiously awaiting MckMama's return to "Not Me! Monday"! (I never imagine "Not Me! Monday" said with the crazy announcer voice from Monster truck rallies..."Monster! Monster! Monster!", uh, uh Not Me!)
Today, at Sam's Club, when my tiny girl barfed all over the cart, floor, groceries, herself, my purse, etc. I didn't consider running off and pretending I wasn't that mom. No way, Not Me! And, after same said incident, I didn't (and this is REALLY mean) not tell the check out boy about the previously barfed on groceries he was handling. He was not the friendliest cashier on earth, so I didn't
We enjoyed our Godson's First Communion yesterday (Yes Me!), and we got home very late (think 1 am). So, when tiny girl woke up early, then fell asleep in bed with me, I did not, and I repeat did not snuggle with her until 10:45. And waste half the day?! Not Me!
I and my gaggle of small children were enjoying the
No way, Not Me!
Oh, and back to MckMama
Wow! That was fun! I feel so much better now