Inspired by this blog over here, I have decided to once again join in on her "Not me! Monday!" posting. She posts "Are you feeling guilty for pretending to be asleep in the morning so your husband will get up and feed the baby? Overcome with shame because upon some guests' arrival, you stuffed your dirty laundry into an empty drawer? Well don't be! Not Me! Monday was born out of my desire to admit some of my imperfections and reveal a few moments I'd rather forget. You may find it therapeutic to join in and do the same thing!"
So here's my own Not me! Monday! post for you all to enjoy and laugh at me for.
I don't have much to post about, because I definitely did not leave my laundry piling up, dishes overflowing in the sink, and the kitchen floor badly in need of sweeping in favor of sitting in bed and watching a movie last night. And I'm certainly not ignoring it all STILL in favor of sitting on my butt in front of the computer right now. Because I am always right on top of my chores and get them all day every evening before I head upstairs to watch American Idol or Dr. Oz.
And last night at dinner I did not get Sam up from his seat to sit on the potty only to have him interrupted (he wasn't going anyway) by Grace so she could sit on the potty. When she proceeded to poop on the potty (for the first time in months on our potty, she's gone at her grandparents a couple times, otherwise she goes in her pants) we had to celebrate and make a huge deal out of the event, lollipops and dancing and clapping and singing and mama shaking her booty like Grace's poop was the greatest thing in the world. Meanwhile... I had forgotten that Sam had just been sitting because he told me he had to poop and now he was walking around the house with no diaper when all of a sudden... I heard the tell tale grunting that tells me that my son was about to poop on my beige colored carpet in the living room. And when this happened I absolutely did NOT run over and hold my hands under his little tiny bottom trying to catch his poop. Not me!