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.
I did not set my children in front of the television to write this post.
I never mix up the name of my dog and the names of one of my children when I am scolding someone. I never shout “Lena, stop that!” When in fact, I mean one of my children. I am not my mother, or grandmother, and always say the right name with the right person/dog.
(Just to reassure everyone who is worried: the kids are never alone with Lena. They just love to be around each other pretty much all the time!)
I did not recently have such an awful day with the kids that I was so busy correcting, disciplining, explaining, conversing, (and of course not yelling) with them that I was in tears when Knut got home because they were so awful that day I actually had no time to make supper and we had nothing to eat in the house. He didn’t then, tell me to run into town to pick up some Pizza Hut while he and the kids made me some brownies. I mean I always keep my cool with the kids, and provide for them fun and cognitively developing activities for them, and don’t just yell “Go play and leave me alone so I can make supper” over and over again.
I’ve also not told my children multiple times lately “you can find something fun to do, or I’ll find something for you.” (which means they’ll get some chores.)
I have not been falling behind on my laundry…again…and I haven’t worn the same pair of socks more than once because they’re the cleanest ones I have. I also put Elias in the fantastically cute clothes he has every day, and never ever leave him in his pajamas all day long because we’re not going anywhere that day.
I do not use the ratty old diapers that used to be David’s and should have been thrown away long ago on Elias when his nice diapers are washing. They should be burned, and they are so thin I can put my fingers through some holes, but when I’m in a pinch, they work. I don’t sell fabulously cute diapers, and then put my old child in diapers that aren’t fit for rags when I’m behind on washing diapers. I will throw them away this week and make Elias 2-3 more decent diapers to replace them. (shhh…probably not.)