Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.
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It was not my child who thought it would be funny to switch the splenda and salt containers from their normal resting places to try and trick me when making my morning coffee. And it was definitely not me who ignored all signs that my spoon full of splenda seemed heavier and quite dense but then dunked into my morning coffee anyway. After I took a nice big swig of coffee I most certainly did not spray it all over the sink and surrounding countertop because that would make a tremendous mess; nope, not me.
One warm evening Matthew played outside and came in drenched in sweat. When he ignored my instructions of showering before bed I made sure he clearly understood he must shower in the morning before school. Of course, it was not my kid who blew me off again as I was crazy hurried trying to get everyone off to school and field trips and get Matthew to the allergist on time. While sitting in the waiting room I smelled something not so pleasant and promptly leaned over to sniff the top of my young son's head. Yep, my suspicions were confirmed; he didn't shower as told. So after getting into a room and passing the nurse's exam there is no way I would have my son bend his head over an exam room sink and proceed to wash his hair with hand soap (hey, it was even moisturizing!) and then dry him with paper towels. Good thing the doctor took 3 hours to get us out of there, otherwise Matthew might have gone to school with wet hair. You know, if I did do something like that.
One warm evening Matthew played outside and came in drenched in sweat. When he ignored my instructions of showering before bed I made sure he clearly understood he must shower in the morning before school. Of course, it was not my kid who blew me off again as I was crazy hurried trying to get everyone off to school and field trips and get Matthew to the allergist on time. While sitting in the waiting room I smelled something not so pleasant and promptly leaned over to sniff the top of my young son's head. Yep, my suspicions were confirmed; he didn't shower as told. So after getting into a room and passing the nurse's exam there is no way I would have my son bend his head over an exam room sink and proceed to wash his hair with hand soap (hey, it was even moisturizing!) and then dry him with paper towels. Good thing the doctor took 3 hours to get us out of there, otherwise Matthew might have gone to school with wet hair. You know, if I did do something like that.
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