Oh no, NOT ME Monday!

Welcome to Not Me Monday! On the off chance you don't know what it's all about, head on over to MckMama's blog and check out what she and everyone else have not been doing this week. This is us, keepin it real people!

I did not sign up for a boot camp at the gym for which I was only marginally qualified (ten push ups to beat? uh, yeah....) And then when I didn't get a spot, I did not throw a huge whiny hissy fit and get a slot after all. So now I'm not totally obligated to show up and kick butt. Oh no, that would be in.sane. I'm not dreading tomorrow morning at 6:30 am at all.

I did not regret telling my husband the results of his, um, infertility test, which just made him convinced he was the biggest stud of all time. I mean, he is to me, but sheesh why do men have to be so silly about these things? If you see a blue pick up truck with a bumper sticker on it having to do with rapid mobility, that would be my husband.

I did not watch three whole hours of VH1's Best Songs of the 90's while sitting at the hospital with Baby T and then proceed to go home and download pretty much every song onto my iPod. I did not wonder whether me listening to Pearl Jam was equivalent to my father listening to The Everly Brothers when I was a kid. I'm sure my music is really cool.

I did not use spray chalkboard paint to paint a chalkboard onto my pantry door. Because if I had done that, surely my entire kitchen would have been covered in a thin layer of chalkboard and I would have been so sick from the fumes that I would have been throwing up and lightheaded all the next day. Everyone knows you can't use spray paint inside!

I did not lose an entire evening of productivity watching the marathon two hour Real Housewives of New York City Reunion. I certainly did not forgo bathroom breaks or let the telephone ring endlessly because I just could. not. stop. watching that train wreck.

I did not decide to go to Pei Wei with the girls Friday evening, because I was just so tired after a long work week that cooking seemed like an insurmountable task. I also did not decide to go to Pei Wei because the girls were being extra whiny or wild (that would be crazy!) I did not throw some random clothes on the girls and not bother brushing their hair or getting the remnants of their lunch (?) off their faces. I did not leave the house without looking in the mirror because I was afraid of what I might look like. I did not half-heartedly try just to keep my children in my general vicinity while I stood in line ordering. I did not vow never to leave the house that frazzled and frumpy again when the guy in front of me turned out to be someone I used to date, who I haven't seen in twelve years.