While pulling all my items from my cart onto the conveyor at Target, I didn’t notice that my 15 month old Warren was holding a package of hot dog buns he had snatched from a nearby endcap and admiring their softness. And by admiring them I don’t mean that he was slightly squishing them. I didn’t quickly put them back on the shelf only to notice another package on his lap with a finger poke. I was not the totally naughty mommy who put them back and didn’t pay for them. That couldn’t be. But perhaps if I did do this I might be feeling a little guilty for not buying them. I am not rationalizing it by the fact only one bun was damaged in each package. Not me!

I did not go totally spastic at my husband yesterday morning because of his “helping” with laundry. I have done laundry for our household for as long as we’ve been married (almost 7 years) and I didn’t learn that I don’t give it up easily. Since my hubby is so unpracticed in the art of laundry, I didn’t loose it when I saw he started to do MY laundry and not just his own or easy loads like towels. Of course he wouldn’t think to use liquid fabric softener since so many of my clothes are dark delicates that can’t be dried. He also didn’t pack the washer so full that everything came out horribly wrinkled. I also didn’t have to remind him of the importance of cleaning the lint trap after each load which he forgot about completely. Never mind I found colors mixed in with the whites. (only a couple and they didn’t bleed.) And this doesn’t irk me so much that I’m dedicated many sentences in my post to it. Apparently I hate laundry but I don’t trust him with my or our kid’s clothes. Yeah. This couldn’t be me talking. Not Me!

I am not now to the point where anything that I do that I normally would be embarrassed to tell anyone I immediately think of Not Me! Monday and am thankful for some material for my post. I couldn’t really be happy about doing silly things can, I? This would only encourage me, wouldn’t it? Good thing I don’t. Not Me!