Not Me…

It has been a long time since I did a “Not Me Monday.” So long that I went back to see if the blog carnival even still exists. It seems to be gone, however this seems to be the best way to tell about these things, so humor me.

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Saturday we did NOT spend all day working on the house and the patio only to have nothing to show for it. I keep telling the Irishman it has to get worse before it gets better, but I’m not so sure! And while we were NOT working on the patio, a certain little boy did NOT manage to fall and make himself a Harry Potter look-a-like.



Of course we did NOT promise to take the kids to the pool Sunday after Mass. If we did we would have checked to be sure the pool was open. I would NOT have parked the car and spent 15 minutes loading everything (including a cranky one-year-old) into the double stroller only to discover the sign posted on the gate.

Someone who goes to all that trouble would have to think quick for an alternative. I did NOT call Lyndsay to tell her we were going to the beach instead of the planned swim lesson. That would mean a trip to the beach with 4 kids and 3 adults.



I also did NOT suggest the beach while the All-Ireland was on. The Irishman was NOT glued to his phone to hear the end of the big game being played across the pond.



Then there is this little guy. Sean did NOT insist on eating sand.



He did NOT continue to eat sand even after I gave him snacks.



(The pictures that follow do not match the story. We don't have that kind of a blog. You are VERY welcome.)

I did NOT forget to pack a diaper to change Sean into after the beach. We did NOT not realize this until after we removed his wet swim diaper and swimsuit. I did NOT decide to just chance it and wrap him in a towel until we got across the street to the car.



Caitlin did NOT decide that we needed to take a trip to the potty at this point. Then the Irishman did NOT have a panicked look on his face when Caitlin and I returned from the potty. I did NOT turn the corner to see my son standing so that he looked like he was peeing on the stairs. I did NOT walk closer to discover that the problem was not pee.

(I’ll give you a second to process that one. Yuck!)



We did NOT let out a sigh of relief when the park ranger walked by right AFTER we’d cleaned up Sean’s not-so-little mess. I did NOT walk to the car with Sean wrapped in a towel in the Ergo carrier. I did NOT wonder in terror if it was sweat or something else that I was feeling. Ummm. Yeah.

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In all seriousness it was a nice couple of hours. The beach was lovely and all the kids had fun. The funny part is that I made a trip back to the house for wipes because I’d forgotten them last time. I won’t make that mistake again. At least we can laugh about it now!