Here are all the things I most certainly did not do this week:
I did not spend $215 at the grocery store today. My kitchen did not look like this after bringing it all in. That's way too much food for a family of 4. My husband is not going to freak out when he sees how much I spent :-/
I did not let Gabby fall asleep in her playpen looking very uncomfortable.
I am not 5 weeks pregnant....after going off my pill 5 weeks ago. That would be crazy and really fast. That would not completely surprise me...and that is probably not why I'm craving pancakes and bacon (as a recent post revealed).
I did not stock up on pancake mix, blueberries, syrup and bacon at the grocery store today.
I did not go off the pill for the sole reason that it was making me break out. That is not very responsible.
I am not going to have 3 children under the age of four in July. That would be crazy.
That does not scare me a little. Okay, it should. It is scary!!
My sweet husband is not completely excited about a 3rd baby (and neither am I). I did not find him on a baby-name website already. I don't think that is the sweetest thing ever.
I did not spend my grocery shopping trip thinking, "How on earth will I do this next year with 3 kids? I'm stressed out shopping with 2!"
I did not open a box of Gerber Veggie Crackers and let Gabby eat half of it as we shopped.
I did not let Gabby drink my Coke to get her to stop screaming while we were in line for 20 minutes. That would make me a really bad mom. I wouldn't let a 13-month-old drink Coke. And I definitely didn't get judgmental looks from all the older ladies around me in line. No, that never happens.
My kids are not waking up at 6:30 am since the time-change.
I did not get up and go for a bike ride at 8am, then take the kids to a MOPS play date, which I did not forget to take my camera to, then spend 2 hours grocery shopping. I am not ready to pass out at 3pm.
My son did not point out every item in the grocery store and inform me that they all cost "two dorrars" (two dollars). That isn't the cutest thing ever.
I was not completely embarrassed by Steven talking repeatedly (and very loudly) about how he has two dads in the commissary. I did not tell him that he is no longer "allowed" to pretend to have two dads. I did not feel like people were looking at me, thinking I was some kind of hussy. That would be silly and why should I care what people think? I don't.
So, that's my Not Me Monday for the week!