Not Me Monday

Time to play Not Me Monday sponsored by MckMama. If you want to play along, click on the Not Me Monday button on the side of my page.

This week I did not try to relish every minute of the last week of Christmas Break. After all, I love my job, and I don't even care that starting this next week I won't get a single weekend off until Valentine's Day. I love to take my band kids to clinic even though it will mean that I will
1. Have to spend time away from my DH and beautiful daughter.
2. Have to find a place to pump in the midst of nasty grumpy old men.
3. Function on even less sleep than I am getting now (which isn't much!)

I did not spend infinite amounts of time praying over a precious little baby boy whom I have never and probably will never meet. I did not feel like part of MckMama's family. I didn't check her site 4 billion times a day just to see if she had posted updates on McMuffin. I didn't cry a little bit when rocking my princess because I couldn't help but think of little Stellan.

I didn't freak out when we went to visit G's Aunt, and she put my baby on a horse. I didn't obsess over the fact that they were nasty, and she came off the animal with a piece of horse hair in her little hand. I didn't make G stop at babies -r-us and buy hand sanitizer as soon as we left.


I did not laugh at my husband when he sheepishly admitted that he had made a little mistake with his new smoker and burned a hole slap through our front porch. I also didn't beg him to let me take a picture of the hole and post it on Not Me Monday (denied)

I did not take the princess to the after hours clinic (again.) I was not in the least bit relieved when they told me that it was an ear infection (last time they sent us home with not so much as an antibiotic.) I didn't almost stroke when I went to pick up her ear drops only to learn that a bottle smaller than my thumb cost $200.

I did not, in an attempt to give her medicine right away, choose to give my daughter the liquid amoxicillin in the car. I did not get it all over me, her, and the ceiling of our car.