Not Me! Monday

FURTHER UPDATED:

Mr. Linky problem fixed! I changed it to two columns. Can you guys see all the links now?

UPDATE:

I've been away from the computer literally all day (Having four children will do that to you, I'm learning.) and only just now realized that Mr. Linky has been acting up today. There is a third column that is not showing up for all of you. Your links are getting added (Read: No need to try to link more than once!) and I am working on this problem by contacting Mr. Linky himself, so if you link but don't see yourself, just sit tight. In the meantime you could try opening my blog in a different browser. That may help. I, for one, can see all three of the columns. I have a feeling that Kameron's comment might be right on, though: That leaving links with long names is messing up the columns. Maybe next week we'll have to have a character limit! I'll keep you posted...



Are you feeling ashamed for letting your child go to bed without brushing his teeth...again!? Did you eat a Snickers bar during a meeting without anyone knowing? Do you pretend that my Tweets are really urgent messages when you receive them on your cell phone? Are you feeling embarrassed that you kicked the dog? We'll don't be. Not Me! Monday was born out of a desire to admit some of our imperfections and reveal a few moments we'd rather forget.

Why?

Well, for one, because it's just plain fun to pretend that we really did not do the things that we actually so did do. And, two, because reading through great tales of other people's Not Me! Mondays each week is a great way to level the playing field. We're all human, we all take embarrassing shortcuts, and so we may as well show each other that we're all in good company!

It's alright, I'll go first and show you how it's done.

This past week, I did not get a hickey from nursing Stellan at night, when he missed the mark, and we were both too tired to realize it for some time. And even if I did, I certainly wouldn't blog about it! Nope. Not me!

Our bedside table does not look like command central, with baby monitors galore, cords and wires going this way and that, and no fewer than two small video receivers. When someone cries out in the night, Prince Charming and I most certainly do not spend at least 14 seconds trying to figure out exactly where the cry is coming from so that we can tell who is crying out.

This week, I did not seriously consider deleting the entire contents of my email inbox and starting from scratch. But, as tempted as I was to get back to a clean slate, where I am not so backlogged, I just could not do it! Honestly! I read every single comment, every single email, and every "@MckMama" on Twitter, and it pains me to not be able to personally greet each and every one of you each time in return. I guess I'll just have to hope that you guys know how much I love you and how much you mean to me even when my inbox is burgeoning with emails I've not responded to.

I have way bigger fish to fry in my life, so I definitely did not spend some time contemplating about just how long I'll be able to get away with putting Small Fry's hair up in a ponytail on the top of her head:



I did not positively get overwhelmed with offers of Miracle Blankets after my Tweets last night (You guys are great! So way better than Ebay or Craigslist.), and then fail to get back to most of you because I have come down with a rotten case of the intestinal flu. If you emailed me, you will hear from me soon! Stellan thanks you in advance. I'm getting the feeling that he doesn't like being wrapped in Ace Bandages that much.

And, there is absolutely no way that I urinated in an empty Subway cup yesterday, because there wasn't a bathroom in sight and there was no way I could hold my bladder until we got to one. I would neither do that, nor admit to doing that, and, even if I did, I certainly wouldn't chuckle because it reminded me about the time that I relieved myself in our car using three of Big Mac's diapers when he was a baby. Nope. Not me!!!

Won't you join my little blog carnival? You won't regret it! Please follow the rules carefully, so that no one gets hurt.

Happy Not Me-ing!!