One of my dearest friends, the one who inspired me to start a public blog, does a post every Monday entitled “Not Me” where she admits to things she may or may not have done the previous week. I always get a kick out of what she shares, so here’s mine:
> I did not put my child in time out- twice!- in the feminine hygiene aisle of the grocery store last week because she was out of control. My kids are always on their best behavior in public and would never, EVER, think of throwing fits, hitting me and screaming. Old people did not stop and stare at us. And I didn’t not want the earth to swallow me whole. Nor was I sweating profusely during the whole rest of our trip.
> I did not have to leave the room when the Hubs was throwing up after his surgery. I was right their holding his head, whispering reassurances- I was not out in the hall trying not to puke myself. I’m made of stronger stuff than that.
> I did not threaten to put 4 year old Scorch back in a crib to sleep because he woke up too early the other day and wouldn’t go back to sleep. I know better then to make empty threats after years of parenting, right?
> I did not count the minutes until my wonderful mother-in-law came this week to help me with the kids. When she got here, I certainly didn’t leave almost immediately for 2 hours of me time at the grocery store alone.
> I didn’t go to bed at 9:30 last night leaving the Hubs and my mother-in-law to watch a movie b/c I wanted to keep reading a good book that was much, much more interesting then the movie we were watching. I was raised to be a better hostess then that!
Any confession you want to make?
