Not Me! Monday

It's that time again! Time for Not Me Monday, hosted by the lovely lady here. Time to be brutally honest and get all the things I did not do off my chest!

I did not crack up laughing when Jace came out of his room wearing nine, yes, nine pairs of boxers because he thought that they looked "handsome." Whatever works, baby.

Apparently my kids are really into layering (I must have passed it down to them from my days as the manager of Abercrombie & Fitch, where layering was all the rage back in the day. I worked so much it must have passed into my genes by osmosis and been passed down to them). I did not let Ava leave the house wearing four different shirts because she liked how it looked and it meant I was able to leave the house five minutes earlier than I would have otherwise. I also did not completely shrug it off when my mom picked up on the fact that Ava had just been adding a shirt every day, which made her bottom layer four days old. Luckily we have been going through a cold patch, so she wasn't sweating. Much.


I do not try to pass off my son's very rigid, OCD tendencies as charming personality quirks. It's normal for three year olds to melt down if their socks are different heights, right? Right?!


I did not make Christmas cookies to give as gifts and then frost and eat them all myself in two days.


We did not fail miserably at getting a cute Christmas card pic. I am not sending them out anyway because I am too lazy to bother coordinating schedules and outfits again and I have already procrastinated so long. Why sugarcoat it? Let's be real...this is us, guys!

While at John's work party on Saturday, I did not alienate my entire table because I was so excited to be out with adults that I couldn't stop talking! Serious issues, people. Also, John's boss did not tell everyone how excited he was that I was not pregnant. Yes, I have been pregnant or nursing for all of the past Christmas parties...for going on 5 years...people are continuously pregnant/nursing for five years all the time, right? That is not the conversation starter with John's work friends. "So, nice that you're not pregnant this year, huh?"


Upon seeing the wives of some of John's friends from work who are pregnant this year, I did not feel a tiny bit jealous. That would be crazy!


When someone said "My kids are one and two and life is very hard right now." In that special way when you know they want reassurance that their life is normal, I did not look at her seriously and say "It'll get better in a year or so. But you're right, with irish twins, the year where the baby is going frim 1-2 sucks." I need to get better at this.



I have not neglected to wrap a single gift.



I am not posting this pic of John and I because I was rocking a vest at his Christmas party and it made me feel hip:

Happy Not Me-ing!