Not Me Monday

Time for Mck Mamma's Carnival: Not Me Monday. Clearly I am doing a great job of providing fodder for this particular topic. Check out what Mck Mamma is NOT up to here: http://www.mycharmingkids.net/



This week reminded me of my most famous thing I DID NOT EVER DO~ Of course I, being Martha-Stewart-in-Training, did not find that I was out of foil on Thanksgiving morning and decide Saran Wrap would work just as well when it comes to sealing in a turkey's juicy flavor. I would NEVER tent my turkey while cooking with said Saran Wrap. NO way did I smell burning plastic and discover the wonderful juicy skin of my turkey was crispy with a melted coat of Saran Wrap adhered. And I absolutely DID not carve this turkey, pull the afore mentioned plastic off and serve it to my family. No way. Not me. Never.

And, of course, my loving sweet brother would never remind me of this first-ever-turkey-cooking experience every Thanksgiving for the rest of my life.

I am not aching for a chiropractor today after hoisting toddlers around Disney World to ensure they could see the parade, light shows and all the other action rather than the knee cap view from the stroller.

I did NOT show up to MGM (wait, it is now called Hollywood Studios isn't it?)15 minutes before it closed. No way did I still run in to the park leaving my diaper bag behind (heck, it was going to be a short trip, right?). And of course my little angel did NOT decide that right there on the Osborne Family Light Spectacular Street was where she was going to have a BM for the day. Being such an amazing mother, there is no way that I would be caught without any wipes or a diaper and take her into the bathroom, empty the agent of odor into the potty, fold up some toilet paper and lay it in the diaper and put the diaper back on her for our journey out to the car. That of course would be what a novice new mother, not a mother of 4 children, would do.

I am NOT hiding in my bedroom trying to forget what total destruction lays beyond my doors. Four children and their friends have not trashed our home over the break and I am in no way too sore to carry my diet coke can to the trash much less shovel this house back into shape. I am not thinking about taking photos of said distruction, just to document for everyone how bad, bad can be. In no way am I concerned that such documentation could be used against me by my social worker who is due to write a post placement report on Ariana in a month and my agency may have a Robson blister of shame placed upon them by the Russian Authorities.

I have NOT stirred up the pot last week by posting that I spent $2700 on groceries. My new Money Diet is not the topic of every other email I get as people try to figure out where it all went for me. I am NOT sharing now, that I might get cash at the register, so in no way when my DH balances the budget on Saturdays would my cash money look like grocery money. And heck no, I do not grocery shop at Wal Mart and pick up other things from fabric to Christmas toys and allow my DH to maybe put those into the grocery section too. And, my great plan would NEVER back fire on me when I came up with $2,700 in my grocery section of my budget and still got fussed at. Nope. Can't happen. Because I, in my infinte wisdome and perfect wife-ness would know that we don't actually make enough money for that kind of spending and my DH would have to go into savings to cover the bill. (If you are wondering what I am talking about go to last week's Not Me Monday).

It's good to know you all have at least one perfect role model to follow amongst you.

Make it a Miracle Monday with a random act of kindness.