My brand-new 6 year old did not try to blow out candles on her cake while we were still singing Happy Birthday. I was not already fighting a losing battle with the fan and trying to relight candles. Then my cute, sweet little girl did not try a new technique to blow out the last candle – blowing only through her nose! I was not frantically checking the frosting for, um, new arrivals (thankfully, there were none)… Of course, we’re very private people, so this was not in front of more than just our family…
I was not distracted for a few minutes (I always stay on track) only to find out that two girls were “washing” their hands with food coloring. I did not grab their picture and say they’d better look sad because this was just evidence to show Daddy.
My GIRLS did not set up a butcher shop on their bunk bed! When one of them was trying to show her sister how to hang up a stuffed pig, she did not say, in all seriousness, as she picked it up by the nose, “Here – you grab it and hang it up by the snot.” I did not collapse on the bed in laughter. Naturally, I did not try to correct her, only to say the same word myself, before managing to get it right, “Honey, you mean SNOUT!”
I do not remember anymore about this weekend except that I was not sick in bed with a fever for 30 hours, and my husband did not have to play Mr. Mom with 9 sick children and 1 sick mommy. Our “new” used van we bought did not have a leak in the roof that Dave discovered as he was driving it home…
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