Not Me Monday!

Last week I did not, in the process of building a bookshelf for the office, pound on it during assembly with my palm so hard that I broke a blood vessel. As it began to swell, I did not panic at the thought of bleeding out internally through my wrist, because I do not even know if that is possible.

I did not change Ellie's poopy diaper in the large part of the shopping cart while in the toy aisle of Target one morning.

We did not let Robbie stay up 1 1/2 hours past his bedtime one night simply because the thought of walking up the stairs and going through his bedtime routine was too exhausting.

I did not just change Ellie's blowout diaper (necessitating 20 wipes), let her crawl naked afterwards as I took a breather and decided whether the pj's were salvageable, only to watch her pee twice on the carpet before I could get a new diaper on her.

Rob and I are not addicted to Pez candy.