Not Me Monday- #6

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I love Not Me! Monday created by My Charming Kids so I’ll take this time to reflect on what I did not do this past week. Please take a moment to visit MckMama’s blog and support her and her family during this difficult time.

I did not stop and revel in the sweet moment that was shared between my two boys as my 2 ½ year old laid on his belly while my 13 month old came over from behind to give him a big hug and kiss. I certainly did not go “oohhhh” and “ahhhh” as I thought how adorable and sweet it was. I then did not laugh as the 13 month old then used his positioning to stand on his brother’s back to get leverage onto our high microfiber ottoman that is normally too high for him climb.

I did not somehow eat an Egg McMuffin on both Saturday and Sunday this past weekend. How is that even possible? I did not get one while out shopping with the family and my hubby wanted to stop for some coffee. I then did not get another one while on the way to Grandma and Grandpa’s house and realize I had been up for 5 hours but hadn’t actually eaten anything. (Am I the only one who tends to skip those kinds of things just to FINALLY get out of the house?) Good thing that I didn’t but even if I did at least I took the least fatty breakfast sandwich option. At least I would have that as a win.

I did not stop in my tracks to experience my son’s interest in my chest this morning. Lucian did not come into my bedroom and catch me wearing no top, just my bra and get immediately fascinated. I did not get a good chuckle as he pointed like he wanted to touch them and ask about my “beets”. After I inquired about what they were again he didn’t stumble trying to find the words (I have never had a discussion with him about ‘girl’ parts) he mumbled something about “beans”. I then did not repeatedly try to get him to repeat it just so I could understand what he was calling them. Poor kid. I did not think back to a few of months ago when he caught me without my top and asked for some milk and when I politely refused he then nodded his head in understanding and stated it was just babies milk.

I also did not get annoyed this morning when for the third time in the last few days I squeezed my Bath & Body Works foam hand soap onto our sponge to wash the highchair tray. I did not complain about this out loud to myself only to hear my husband from the other room reply, “Good, at least it isn’t only me doing that. Except I do it both ways.” (meaning he has washed his hands with our Dawn Direct Foam). I am not thinking maybe I need to rethink the positioning of these bottles by our sink. I am also not writing this and wondering why you might care about our inability to differentiate between our soap.