Not Me! Monday  

It's time once again for another hair-raising installment of:

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This week, I did not allow G to stay up two hours past her bedtime in order to enjoy a local fair. That would be irresponsible and I would refuse to be a part of such shenanigans. Oh, and the reason G was NOT able to stay up so late was definitely NOT because I let her eat a funnel cake and powdered sugar. Heck, no. G only eats wholesome, organic, iron-fortified foods. Definitely NOT junky, fair foods... like, fried butter and dough.

And I most certainly DID NOT arrange with DH to switch up our chore list. Each week, I post the list on the side of our refrigerator, and each week, we cross off maybe half the alotted chores. Bottom line: I hate to cook, he hates to clean. So last week, we did NOT decide that I would NEVER, EVER cook again (what? no more burned pizza crusts?) and he would NEVER have to clean a single toilet or kitchen counter. Sounds like a pretty sweet deal, huh?

And in my perhaps most embarassing "Not Me" of the week, I most certainly did NOT strip G down to just her pants and allow her to arrive shirtless at a friend's birthday party. How vulgar! Why would any parent let their child run around topless like that? It would certainly NOT be because said parent allowed their child to drink milk from a sippy cup with a rather pronounced hole in the top in her carseat on the way to that birthday party. And please, no matter what DH tells you, I did NOT make him wash and then dry the milk-soaked shirt in a park restroom. NOPE, NOT ME.