Not Me! Monday

Well it's Monday again, and for those of you who don't know, it's a time to confess all of those embarrassing things you feel guilty about. Nah, don't feel guilty! Just hop on over to MckMama's blog and check out what everyone else hasn't done this week :)

First off, I most certainly didn't want to kill my three year old son this week. Some of the things he did were funny, and some of them weren't so flipping cute.

Yesterday my daughter did not say at least 5 times 'Mommy, he did something really bad!' Ha.

I did not walk into my kitchen after hearing those words to find at least a gallon of soapy water running off the island counter onto the floor. I did not want to strangle him. But at least my floors are clean.

I did not walk outside after hearing those words to find him playing in the grill, covered head to toe in charcoal, and using it as sidewalk chalk. We always dispose of such messy things properly, and my son would certainly never disobey me over and over again.

One day last week I didn't walk into the bathroom where my 3 year old was supposed to be going potty, and find this.

I most certainly didn't just get the fingernail polish remover, clean it up off my floor, spray quick dry spray on his nails, photograph it, make sure he understood he wasn't supposed to be in Mommy's things. When he giggled I didn't just roll my eyes and say 'I'm pretty sure you're not going to think this is quite so funny when you're 17 and this picture is on the big screen at class night' and send him off to bed. I do NOT look for embarrassing things to photograph of my children specifically for their senior yearbooks.

I also didn't walk into my laundry room to find something very odd in my washing machine. A 3, 4, and 5 year old, who claimed to be dirty. Ha. I've found them in the dryer before, but this was a new one on me:)

Well, now we're headed off to 'A's to swim. Today it's been a year since her precious baby boy went to Heaven, and I'm thinking she could use some friends. Love to all.

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