Not Me Monday!

Let me start by saying that I never struggle in my role of Mommy. I do not ever get in a funk. Funk is what hippies smell like, not a mood that I get in to. I am able to power through my bad moods, like Aunt Berta in a motorized shopping cart at the store.

So....

It was not me who had a black rain cloud hanging over her head all week. I do not have any moods other then perfect.

It was not me that was caught listening to Christmas music in July in order to lift her spirits. Randy Travis crooning "Old Time Christmas" is not something I need in the summer in order to feel happy.

ahem...

And, although I enjoy Halloween, I realize that there is a limit to the number of decorations that can be displayed tastefully in my yard. I also only think about Halloween during that time of the year and am not one of those crazy people that obsesses about it year round.

So....

It was not me that planted her bum sat in the middle of the yard, soaking up the sunshine, notebook in hand. I would not be so very obsessed about Halloween that I would, in the middle of summer, plan out where all my decorations will be displayed. That would be immensely sad. And sad, I am not.

Only 2 1/2 more months till I can start decorating!!!

ahem...

I also need to point out that I never get tired of being around my kids and their constant noise doesn't bug me. I am, obviously, supermom.

So...

It was not me that found her nerves shot from listening to all the kids and their chit chat all day long...day after day...week after week...month after month...

ahem...

So, I certainly wouldn't have been the one to tell her teenage son to "Squeeze the chat box." I do not find joy in discovering new and delightful ways to tell my kids to be quiet.

Surefire way to cure a funk?

Buying new shoes, of course.

Which is exactly what "Not Me" did.

The end.