"Not Me" Monday

It's time again for "Not Me" Monday, a blog carnival sponsored by MckMama-


What? I should take a look at the link I just posted? (Really, Blue? Do you think there'll be another clue? Oh - sorry. Got carried away.)


Well, look at that. It's actually not a blog carnival, according to Wikipedia. Apparently in a blog carnival, the "host" of the carnival collects entries and publishes them on his or her own blog. When a group of bloggers all post about the same topic on their own blogs, it's apparently called a synchroblog, or synchronized blogging.


So I guess "Not Me" Monday is not a blog carnival (do you think maybe that was intentional?) hosted by MckMama in which we get to post about all of the things we shouldn't have done did not do during the past week.


I did not sit up way too late pretty much every night this week, writing blog posts and reading blogs and message boards. My rest is much too important for me to do something like that, especially with a baby who wakes up wanting his mommy multiple times in the night.


Speaking of that baby, I did not let my son suck bathwater out of the washcloth in the tub to keep him happy while I washed his hair. Yuck. Bathwater is gross, and I wouldn't let my baby guy drink even a very small amount of it!


I also did not get "scolded" earlier this week by some of my co-workers for picking up lunch for one of them but not offering to get something for everyone else. I wouldn't be that thoughtless. I mean, those poor guys can't leave their desks for more than a few minutes at a time, so if I were bringing back something for one of them, I would never forget to ask and see if the other guys wanted something.


I definitely did not let my son play with a full, unopened can of ginger ale to distract him while he got his hair cut.


(Notice the color of the can. Yeah. He's that predictable.)

I did not laugh and take pictures as he pretended to drink from the can.



He did not drop the can many, many times.

I did not let him continue to walk around with the can after we were finished with his hair. My husband didn't see him and say, "Don't let him put that in his mouth! It's dirty!"


I certainly didn't respond with, "Do you wash them before you drink out of them?" and let my son keep playing with it.


I did not, as I was strapping my daughter into the high chair for a little Time Out, hear a suspicious SSSSSSsssssssss noise from the kitchen. Oh, no, definitely not. Because that would mean -


My son was not sitting in a puddle of ginger ale, gleefully watching golden stickiness spray out of a pin-sized hole in the top of the can all over my parents' kitchen floor. No, that certainly didn't happen, because I never let him play with the can in the first place.


I also didn't wipe the ginger ale up with a dry paper towel without washing the golden stickiness off the floor. Oh, no, not me...I'm a much better daughter than that. I wouldn't leave that type of a mess for my poor mom, whose milestone birthday we were there celebrating, to clean up. Cough cough. (Sorry, Mom.)


Speaking of my mom's birthday, I didn't help myself to a second piece of cake and ice cream when no one else was in the dining room. Because, remember? I'm not in a competition at work to lose weight. (Sounds like I'm going to lose something, doesn't it?)


Whew. I think that's enough for this week!


Oh, wait. How about one more: I did not stay up too late tonight writing my "Not Me" Monday post! I do not still have to shower, which means it will not be pretty close to midnight by the time I get to bed. That would be awfully irresponsible of me, wouldn't it?


Wouldn't...it...?


(Edited 8/18 to add: I also did not spend all that time writing my "Not Me" Monday post just to completely forget to add it to MckMama's Mr. Linky list. Nooooo...I would never be that scatterbrained. Not me!)