Not Me Monday

There is no way I drove to Grandma & Grandpa P.'s with a blood-covered Bear stuck in my purse just so Wesley wouldn't have to be without his bear all day. That would just be gross.

I did not sit around feeling guilty because I had to ask Grandma H. to take Ryan to the doctor when he came down with a terrible cough. That would have been counterproductive.

I did not insist that our croup-y baby sleep in our bed because I was terrified he would stop breathing during the night. Not me.

I certainly did not forget my lunch on a Saturday and beg my hubby to put both kids in the car and drive it up to me because I really wanted the leftovers that were in it and not Subway. That would have been selfish.