Not Me! Monday

Here we are once again, its Monday and you know what that means. Time for MckMama's blog carnival of denial! Yes, friends, a new week begins with a clean slate and purged consciences! YEAH! Won't you join me with your own post? Click over to MckMama's blog for the rules and to link to her post as well. You will be so glad you did. Nothing like free therapy! Here goes:

I did not stay up past 1 am several nights in a row when Paul was out of town. I do not need someone to tell me when to go to bed...I am an adult and I can tell time and I know when a sensible bed time is without someone to hold me accountable!

I did not sleep on Paul's side of the bed while he was out of town. I was not aghast when I told him I missed him and was sleeping there to feel closer to him and his response was not something equally sweet and loving, instead was "So, what's new? You always sleep on my side--I get six inches of bed!" I am sure he was not exaggerating or anything. We have a queen size bed and he is 6'7" tall and weighs twice what I weigh (but he's not fat), but I am sure that I am the one hogging the bed!

I did not feel like I was getting ripped off when I was charged $10 for transferring my contacts from my old cell phone to my new one, and was told not to worry about the sales tax when I paid in cash. I called Paul and told him what happened and he had to talk sternly to me to get me to turn around and confront the woman at the Verizon store. I went in and asked for a receipt (which she gave me).

I did not consider getting caught in a downpour this week as good as a shower and skip it for the day...after taking a run. Ewwww, who would do that?? Not me!

I did not have to run Holden's lunch out to him in the driveway in my pajamas...consisting of my short t-shirt and underwear. I did not try to stretch the t-shirt over my underwear with one hand while holding the lunch with the other and scrunching down to help lengthen it. Everyone in the car did not notice I had no pants on, we do not live on a main road in our development and it wasn't time for people to be leaving for work...thank goodness!

Finally, last week, I did not bark orders like a drill sergeant at my children when I realized we had 45 minutes to organize a trunk full of frozen cookie dough from the school fundraiser, deliver it, reorganize the freezer for those deliveries not in our neighborhood, make and eat dinner (thankfully there were rice and beans leftovers), get ready for baseball practice, put away groceries and figure out how to save ripe bananas that fell out of the back of the van onto the ground and tore away from the top stem (they were for the cross country meet). We were not 15 minutes late...I do not hate being late! Nope, not me!

I can't wait to hear what your week did not entail!