I did not totally forget about Not My Child! week and instead write a traditional Not Me! Monday post. I am not totally bummed now that I forgot to participate this this week’s special theme. I am not hoping MckMama will bring it back so I can try to NOT forget again.

If you saw me and my family at Olive Garden for lunch on Saturday you would not have seen us with horrible manners. I always set a good example for my kids so I did not find myself feeding Lucian (my almost three year old)with my fingers at times. This was not because he would take too big of bites and have spaghetti hanging out of his mouth and down his chin. I would of course cut his spaghetti up much better than that so it wouldn’t have even been a possibility.

I did not break the unwritten restaurant rule and pick up some of my son’s noodles off the floor just because I felt bad. And actually even as I write this I am not thinking of a other Olive Garden Not Me’s. Like the fact we ate there for my husband’s birthday and got a chance to use that gift card that we did not get for Easter. And not even this past Easter, but the YEAR BEFORE. Not because we don’t love Olive Garden but because we rarely go out to eat somewhere where it isn’t a buffet (for less stress & no wait) or doesn’t serve pancakes (our picky son’s favorite food).

I also did not rather enjoy our waiter whom I couldn’t tell if he was just really nice, trying to get a good tip or even flirting with me. I of course am not liking the idea of the latter. No, certainly not. Even if he is kind of cute and too young for me. Oh and yeah, I’m totally off the market and not even looking because I’m happily married. And I was eating there with two kids and a husband. So naturally I wouldn’t be happy if he was actually flirting with me. I couldn’t enjoy that even slightly.