Not Me! Monday - It's Just A Little Amnesia

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival full of amnesia was originally created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been forgetting this week.





It was not me, who forgot my Doctor's appointment for a second week in a row. I certainly do not see the irony in the fact that PREGNANCY is causing my brain to shrink and work inefficiently thus causing me to miss OBSTETRIC appointments.

It is not the same brain that had me forgetting to put a load of freshly laundered clothing into the dryer for a whole day, therefore forcing me to rewash it so it would not smell funky after drying, only to leave it in the washer again for 24 hours, requiring a third washing before it finally made it's way into the dryer. I do not love to use up unnecessary water and detergent on a regular basis these days.

While doing laundry in my basement, it was not my hunger and my laziness that had me rummaging through my basement pantry for anything to eat rather than going upstairs to have proper breakfast. I did not discover a Hunt's chocolate pudding calling out to me, and realize there was no spoon to be found in the basement. I certainly did not decide that I can still eat the pudding without going upstairs for a spoon if I used my finger instead. You would not have found me polishing off a pudding with my index finger in my basement - no it was not me.

I was one of the lucky few whose Circadian rhythm was definitely not screwed up all week from the time change and therefore I was absolutely not a cranky, barking Mama. I was sooooooooo wide awake and full of energy this week that it was not me who forced lovingly asked Hun to oversee the Children all weekend while I slept and read and slept and read and slept and slept and slept and cleaned and slept.

I do not have the most understanding, caring husband who would like to go on many business trips for the foreseeable future.

I have no idea how a light got left on in my van over the Sabbath, at which time it was not driven, and the lack of juice in the battery was not discovered until 3 kids were loaded in the car on Sunday ten minutes before swim lessons. It was not me who was last to drive the car. It was not Hun who had to transfer two booster seats, a full size car seat and 3 kids to the back of his sedan in less than five minutes.

It was not me who was now stuck in the house on Sunday without a working car giving me plenty more time to clean SLEEP.


It was not me, after changing Ate's diaper Sunday morning and getting him dressed, ignored his attempt at making me aware of some strange phenomenon taking place in his nether regions. I did not brush off his gesturing at his diaper as more talk about his lack of interest in pooping. Hun did not have to inform me later, upon his return back from swim lessons that some other mother had to point out that Ate was wandering around with a diaper dragging around his ankles. It was not me who disregarded any responsibility of mine in this unfortunate "diaper drop" and focused solely on the fact that Ate somehow, miraculously did not wet himself.

It is not me who blames my pregnant brain for the fact that after taking a two hour nap, I FORGET that I slept and then I take another two hour nap.

It is not me who keeps forgetting what I just blogged about and has to keep re-reading it.

C'mon, 'fess up - what did you all forget this week?