"Not Me!" Monday

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Funny thing...here I was, sitting at my in-laws, thinking of a few things that have happened this week, but mostly surprised that we managed to escape the week relatively unscathed...

You know what they say about counting your chickens.

First off, remember that package with the baby gift from last week's post? The one that got lost in Kyler's car and was never mailed and is now nearly three months late? Well, I am saddened to report that it must have gotten lost again, by the United States Postal Service mind you, because the reason it has not arrived has not a thing to do with me. As a matter of fact, it certainly was not me who, um, wisely entrusted the mailing to my husband, (the one whose car was "hiding" the package, remember?) and I am quite sure that it was not he who actually forgot to mail it. Therefore, the reason why Ashley (who reads my blog and consequently knew it was finally coming) is wondering where the heck it went, is not in fact, our fault or due in any part to our forgetfulness. Steel traps, our memories. Darn that USPS.

I am the mother of two gorgeous, well-behaved little boys. On average, they lead wholly unimaginative, sluggish, dull and boring lives devoid of any kind of curiousity or creativity. They are boys, after all. Who in their right mind would expect any kind of mischief? Not me. Sunday night while we were getting ready to start the kids' bedroom routine was no exception to this boredom, so I'm thinking Kyler must have been mistaken when he said he found our child, the angelic second-born son, standing in his parents' guest bedroom bathtub, fully clothed, running the water at full tilt. And I know he was imagining the enormous puddles of water that had collected to and from the bathroom and on the 9x7 bamboo rug in the middle of the bedroom. We don't just let our children run willy-nilly through his parents' house. Some other kid must have been climbing in and out of the bathtub, fully clothed, with the water running, for the better part of ten minutes, to have created such a watery mess. Not my kid.

Whoever that kid was, he blended in well, because Kyler actually thought he belonged to us and proceeded to get him ready for a bath. I was out changing a diaper (definitely not the diaper of our now three-year-old, who despite every method known to mankind still refuses to tell us when he needs to use the toilet, we don't have a kid like that...) Anyway, Kyler took this imposter kiddo, undressed him, and turned to put his dirty clothes in the bathroom hamper. I'm telling you, when he turned back around, it wasn't our kid he found standing in the bathroom corner next to the tub, gleefully peeing away on the clean towel Kyler had set aside for after the bath.

And when I returned from changing Kayden's diaper, errr....brushing Kayden's teeth....and set him in the newly drawn bath water, he sat right down and began playing nicely with his brother, (I mean, that other kid). He didn't almost sit down, but choose instead to just squat and take a nice long pee right there on his brother and the bath toys. That's just gross, and nope! things like siblings urinating on each other just do not happen in our house.

So how did your week go? I'd love to hear about all of the things you didn't do this week! Scroll down and click on the comment link to leave a note.

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"Not Me!" Monday is an incredibly fun, blogging carnival started by MckMama on her blog, my charming kids. Basically, it's where we all can be brutally honest about the ridiculous things that will inevitably happen in everyday life.

Follow this link to her blog, where you can read hundreds more fun stories about all of the things that she and everyone else didn't do this week. And, if you decide to join in the "Not Me!" fun, be sure to leave me a comment so I can read about all of the things you didn't do this week!