Not Me! Monday

Ok, I did it. I caved. I said I wasn't going to do Not Me! Monday's in the interest of being original, but lets face it: anything remotely similar would be ripping off of Mckmama. And honestly, I kinda like doing Not Me! Monday's... it makes me feel more human and less like a failed superhero.

Alrighty then, let's get started!

This morning, while racing to make breakfast for the littles, I did not give them a teeny weeny healthy dose of caffeine in their pancakes. After whipping up the batter and adding flax meal, I went to open a new can of coffee and the damn thing blew coffee grounds up in my face. I did not end up with grounds in my hair, eyelashes, in the cupboards, between my toes and into the pancake batter. I then did not decide to feed it to my two very young children anyway because it was too late to make more batter. I would never be so lazy, especially because I am always on time and ALWAYS power through the morning routine with utmost grace. By the way, coffee grounds look JUST LIKE flax meal in pancakes. Not that I would know.

By the time we finished preschool, we had a little extra time to shop at the book drive they were having. I picked up a couple of old childhood favorites of my own, and a sticker book set for J. The kind with re-usable stickers and a couple of themes- they are GREAT! Except in the stroller. In the wind. On our way out of the building, I gave J one scene and a page of stickers for the walk. No less than three blocks down, I did not notice that all of the stickers had blown away, and that I did NOT leave the rest of the package at the preschool. I also did not suddenly realize that my sunglasses were also missing. I most certainly would never be so unorganized and discombobulated. I so totally am a superhero mother. AHEM.

Question for Mckmama: So, um, where's the Not My Husband! Monday???? I would be all over that. ALL OVER IT.

Tonight, just as we had finished eating, Dr. J came out of the kitchen with the last little bite of chicken and asked me if I wanted it. I would never want to waste food (obviously), so I obliged. My husband then did not exlaim "YAY MOMMA! You can do it! BIIIIIG MOMMA!". He is most certainly not sleeping on the couch tonight. My husband is much, much more sensitive than to say something like that. Gosh, I love him.