"Not Me!" Monday

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As for me ... well ...

I certainly did NOT sleep until 11:30 yesterday morning while my hubby entertained our daughter. And also did a dishwasher run, AND soaked some of the leftover dishes/pots/pans. Nope. I'd never sleep that late. Haven't since I was a college student.

I also didn't consider napping on the couch at all last week while my little princess ruled the roost, playing with whatever she came across in our living room, toddler-proof or not.

Oh, and I'm certainly not less qualified than said not-yet-3-year-old to figure out how to begin playing our computer/TV connected paint games. And I also am not the one who doesn't know how to switch from the teenytiny mouse to the bigger mouse that is more comfortable for mommy. Nope. Not me.

I haven't practically finished an entire box of chocolate covered graham cookies. The ones shaped like stars. You know the kind? No. Well, let's just say there aren't about 100+ cookies in this d@mned box. No way would I have at least 5-6 daily. Just 'cause.

I also wouldn't leave my hubby two evenings in a row. Once to see a movie (The Blind Side, which I would try to discuss with you now, but I'm afraid you [and I!] wouldn't know what the heck I was trying to say with all of these nots in the comment, so I'll save that for another date!) and the next night to meet up with my friends/colleagues to discuss bidness. Nope. I wouldn't do that to him.

I also wouldn't be so tired last night that I kind of fell asleep before my daughter did on the floor of her room. And I'd never give up on getting her to bed, or threaten to leave if she did not get IN her bed, and then I'd also never follow through on that and leave the room while she screamed and cried for me. And I'd also never have hubby finish bedtime after that.

I also would not want to wish you all a wonderful New Year. I would never feel so shocked that it's 2010, nor would I listen to my hubby, who had our daughter remind me the next morning that I would be 40 this decade (as will he, btw) and I'd never turn around and tell her that she is going to be TEN! Nope. Never. Ten!?! My little baby? Holy cow. That's not crazy to imagine, is it?

And so, what's up with you? What have you not done this past week or so?

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