Now is the time of the week when I link up with MckMama at My Charming Kids to “not” confess some of the “happenings” of this past week.

When a 3 1/2 year old asked her Mommy for some Manderin oranges, it wasn’t ME who said, “Not right now, just finish your doughnut” (the Mommy was watching the 100th episode of her big-girl show)! What type of Mom would push sugar instead of hitting the pause button to feed her daughter a healthy snack?!?!? What a LOSER!

Ok, THEN the daughter inhaled the doughnut and insisted on the Mand
erin oranges! Argh … it wasn’t ME who groaned — had to GET UP and HAD TO WALK into the kitchen – as if it was such an effort! Sigh!
It certainly wasn’t me who endured such humiliation!!! I know this “woman(clearing throat) who has a painter at her house … and this poor soul (the woman) has a laundry room — located at the OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE HOUSE from the room she is having painted for her daughter. This sweet lady thought that surely a room — in the back of the house — that NOBODY outside of the 3 people who live in the house is ALLOWED TO ENTER — would be safe! Right? Well, against her better judgment, she left the sweet painter and went to the bank. To her HORROR the utility room door was standing wide OPEN when she returned. THANK GOD IT WASN’T ME WHO STOOD THERE WITH HER HEART POUNDING IN HER NECK!!! Waaaaaaaa, scream, it wasn’t me. Sniff, sniff! Yes, the painter used the deep sink in the utility room. It wasn’t my utility room floor covered in cat liter (can’t stand that stinkin’ cat), or a layer of dust from the dryer! It wasn’t my deep sink that was full of dirt where a rainbow vacuum tank was washed. Nope, not meeeeeeeeeee. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!


I’m glad it wasn’t MY DAUGHTER who was caught playing in our commode. It wasn’t my bathroom floor that was covered in toilet water (and I don’t mean perfume)! I certainly didn’t have to clean it all up before a visitor could use our bathroom. Nope, not me.

(Ok, so the cat picture is supposed to make you feel great pity for me. Ha.)
I wasn’t the one running late for church (due to her blogging obsession). It wasn’t ME who realized her daughter’s skirt was a size too big and decided to take up the skirt with a needle and thread (even though she was already late). Nope, not ME. So now you understand how this poor Mom got stabbed with a very sharp little needle while hurrying and stressing. She certainly didn’t have to stop what she was doing to get a band-aid due to the blood running out of her finger. Sure am glad IT WASN’T ME.

IT ALSO WASN’T ME WHO WORE BLACK SLACKS TO CHURCH WITH BRIGHT PURPLE UNDERGARMENTS!!!! This wouldn’t have been an issue IF THE PANTS HAD BEEN ZIPPED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Scream! NOT ME! I would have never been in such a frenzy that I would have missed my ZIPPER! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Unfortunately, this list could go on, but to save myself from depression — I will bring it to an end.