Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog full of joy and sunshine was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing in the sun this week.
This past week was not at all about preparing to take a trip to Miami, where I have not been since I am 14 years old and my husband has never been.
Even though Hun and I had the option to go away without the kids for a vacay, I am not an absolutely rocking Mom because I decided (certainly not stupidly) to make this an all inclusive family vacation.
I did not have an abundance of crap to take care of before we could leave on this vacation, which I had to get done while Hun was away on business yet again and my lovely babysitter/housekeeper decided this was a good week to visit her mom in Ecuador.
No one would have found me praying all week that my kids get over their bizarre illnesses before our departure and do not pick up any new ones.
I did not have to have everything completely packed and loaded in my car by Friday sundown, because we are not allowed to travel and prepare for travel over the Sabbath which does not end until about 6 pm Saturday night, when our flight was scheduled for 8:10 pm.
I was not so amazingly organized that everything went so smoothly, including the fact that my anal retentive son finally pooped a half hour before we were to leave to the airport, causing me the most calm I have ever experienced traveling with children.
When my brother, who so generously drove us to the airport handed me a dollar to give to charity upon our safe arrival (because we believe if you are on your way to deliver a good deed, nothing bad will happen to you), I certainly did not hear him say,
"Here, this is so you don't go down into the Hudson."
The lady sitting in the window seat of my row on the airplane, definitely did not ask me,
"Has anyone ever told you, you look like Carnie Wilson?"
I mean, I may have a big belly right now (due to growing fetus), but I have never needed barriatric surgery...
I was not intently eavesdropping on the conversation going on behind me by four burly guys dressed in what I can only describe as zoot suits complete with gold watch chains, because I was certain they were either Mafia or Colombian drug lords, and I thought it would be entertaining conversation. I did not then have to force Hun to eavesdrop as well because Hun understands fluent Spanish.
I am certain, I could not have heard my lovely , laptop obsessed husband ask me,
"Do you think the people who went down in the Hudson got their laptops off with them?"
Seriously, he did not just ask me that... This question did not make me think how therapeutic it would be if I could sneak his laptop out of the hotel and throw it into the Atlantic Ocean. I would never do that, I would never even consider it.
Sunday did not, at all, seem to go on forever, and yet I did not enjoy every waking sun filled moment of it.
This past week was not at all about preparing to take a trip to Miami, where I have not been since I am 14 years old and my husband has never been.
Even though Hun and I had the option to go away without the kids for a vacay, I am not an absolutely rocking Mom because I decided (certainly not stupidly) to make this an all inclusive family vacation.
I did not have an abundance of crap to take care of before we could leave on this vacation, which I had to get done while Hun was away on business yet again and my lovely babysitter/housekeeper decided this was a good week to visit her mom in Ecuador.
No one would have found me praying all week that my kids get over their bizarre illnesses before our departure and do not pick up any new ones.
I did not have to have everything completely packed and loaded in my car by Friday sundown, because we are not allowed to travel and prepare for travel over the Sabbath which does not end until about 6 pm Saturday night, when our flight was scheduled for 8:10 pm.
I was not so amazingly organized that everything went so smoothly, including the fact that my anal retentive son finally pooped a half hour before we were to leave to the airport, causing me the most calm I have ever experienced traveling with children.
When my brother, who so generously drove us to the airport handed me a dollar to give to charity upon our safe arrival (because we believe if you are on your way to deliver a good deed, nothing bad will happen to you), I certainly did not hear him say,
"Here, this is so you don't go down into the Hudson."
The lady sitting in the window seat of my row on the airplane, definitely did not ask me,
"Has anyone ever told you, you look like Carnie Wilson?"
I mean, I may have a big belly right now (due to growing fetus), but I have never needed barriatric surgery...
I was not intently eavesdropping on the conversation going on behind me by four burly guys dressed in what I can only describe as zoot suits complete with gold watch chains, because I was certain they were either Mafia or Colombian drug lords, and I thought it would be entertaining conversation. I did not then have to force Hun to eavesdrop as well because Hun understands fluent Spanish.
I am certain, I could not have heard my lovely , laptop obsessed husband ask me,
"Do you think the people who went down in the Hudson got their laptops off with them?"
Seriously, he did not just ask me that... This question did not make me think how therapeutic it would be if I could sneak his laptop out of the hotel and throw it into the Atlantic Ocean. I would never do that, I would never even consider it.
Sunday did not, at all, seem to go on forever, and yet I did not enjoy every waking sun filled moment of it.
3 have shown Orah a little love:
LOL
WTG for being completely organized and not forgetting everything! Who needs a laptop...
I would probably asked the laptop question too. Sorry! have a wonderful trip!!! Post lots of pics!
HA HA...Carnie Wilson! That made me PIMP, well almost..
Have a safe trip back and please dont land in Lake Michigan, unless Sully is your pilot, than land wherever the hell he wants.
- Miss S.
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