Not Me Monday

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.

I did not sleep with a giant mountain of clean, unfolded laundry most of last week. I did not burrow a cozy little tunnel and sleep under the clothes either. I did not in the morning pick up those stray pieces of laundry that had fallen off the mountain onto the floor and toss them back onto the mountain. Oh no, I surely did not.

I did not have to visit a clinic an hour from our town, and then also have an emergency conference call while driving out of town. I was not then so engrossed in speaking with the highest level people at my work that I paid no attention whatsoever to where I was driving and drive forty-five minutes down the wrong interstate, going in the wrong direction.

I did not decide that because I only have a few actual menstrual cycles a year I was entitled to super PMS (SPMS). This SPMS did not mean that when going to pick up a birthday cake for a son's second birthday (because she was at home with him AND five week old twins!) I was so overcome with the smell in the cake shop that I bought a cupcake. I did not proceed to eat the entire cupcake before even starting the car.

The SPMS did not involve me leaving a long screaming tirade of a voicemail for my poor husband concerning lost children's shoes. Nor did it involve eating an entire package of Sour Patch Kids in one night.

When Sophia kept going on and on about how much she liked "those baby twins" and asking me whether maybe we could have our own baby twins, I did not think that it would be downright lovely to have our own baby twins. Have I mentioned that we live in a 1300 square foot house and have no plans of moving?

MY HUSBAND did not stick his hand into a running lawnmower and lose a chunk of his finger Tuesday night. I was not thankful that he did so, after sharing a scary premonition feeling with Sophia all evening and then getting a call from a woman who said "this is the emergency room, and we have your husband..." making me wonder for a terrifying minute whether or not he was alive.

I did not go into my HSG test Thursday completely neutral feeling, wondering whether I even cared about getting pregnant anymore. I did not wonder whether I was just so worn out from caring too much, or whether I had finally, actually managed to let go and let God take care of it.

I did not, the night before my five-day trip to Austin for a conference, put off packing until close to 1 am. I was not completely obsessed with making sure the house was spotless, the freezer was full of meals, and the pantry and bathroom closets were stocked with everything my family could possibly need. Oh and the blog was nice and tidy with a Not Me Monday post scheduled. I did not think that I could probably stay up all night, on account of the fact that I would be getting four full (completely totally 100% uninterrupted!!!!!) nights of sleep while away.