Not Me Monday!

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! created by MckMama. It's so refreshing to spill your guts about everything you have "not" been doing all week long. :-) You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

Well Bella had a little bout of the 24(ish)-hour flu this past week. When she first came down with a fever, I laid her down for a nap. Before long I had the feeling I should go check on her, even though she was quietly sleeping. So I crept into her room which immediately awoke the not-so-soundly-asleep child. I held her. We rocked. We read a book about Big Bird's generosity (or something like that). Once I noticed that the blanket she was clutching smelled a little...off, I got up to grab a fresh blanket with which to swap it. The moment Bella had the clean blanket, she proceeded to vomit everywhere. Hacking. Gagging. Projectiling. (I get to make up words right?) In that tender motherly moment, while comforting my frightened child, I most certainly did not have to turn my face away from the horrendous stench sweet baby. I have the strongest stomach (really) so I would never have to pull away from my barfing bundle of love in her moment of need.

Then to contradict myself, I did not think, "Good thing most of the vomit is all down the side of my body. I would have hated to clean up her bed!" And I did not give myself a little pat on the back for listening to that mother's instinct that prompted me to go check on her in the first place.

On the same note, I did not seriously contemplate writing the date in the her baby book to memorialize the first day she had the flu/puked on her mom.

The next day, after Bella was feeling a little bit better, I did not have a moment of weakness and hop over the crib rail for some in-the-crib snuggling before her afternoon nap. I would never do such a silly thing in the name of nurturing! And I was not sooo glad I did. :-) Sheesh. I could have broken something. Okay, maybe not. It's a pretty solid crib.

Tonight at the grocery store I did not hold up the entire line at one of only two open cash registers because I suddenly noticed the expiration date of the yogurt I was about to purchase was horrifically close! (two days away) Nope. My mother taught me to carefully check all expiration dates and buy the freshest item, even if you have to snatch the yogurt from the very back of the stack. I was not exceptionally pleased with myself when I found some that don't expire for two and a half weeks...even though people (who I left waiting in line) were LOOKING at me like "Are you kidding!?" when I returned to the front of the line.

Finally, after resisting the urge to gorge myself with chocolate all day long (I think I'm having withdrawals after all that delectable See's Candies from my wonderful hubby that I POUNDED last week), I did not return from my yogurt expedition to make a huge batch of chocolate chip cookies. And when doing so, I did not leave out vanilla since we were apparently out of it. And in my desperation for the scrumptious cookies, I did not spend nearly half and hour "softening" our dried our brown sugar. And I would NEVER use expired eggs (see yogurt incident above) in said recipe. And when it's all said and done, I would not sit down to devour four of them while pondering whether or not to write a "Not Me Monday" post. For the record, they were TOTALLY worth the effort...and compromises. Anyone want a cookie?