The Circus That Didn't Fly

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival hosted by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week and think about doing your own Not Me! Post. For the month of October, paricipating can make you eligible for a prize.

I am sure that this week was full of Not Me! activities. Most of these things I can chalk up to pregnancy brain, which seems to have settled in full force these days.

I did not burn at least one thing every night this week, in the process of making dinner. I did not start each dinner by chanting, "I will not burn anything tonight." And then burn something anyway. I mean seriously, how long have I been cooking? Long enough that I wouldn't have done the same thing 5 nights in a row.

I did not realize that I have been driving around with a package that needed to be returned hiding under the seat of the car. I am sure that I wouldn't have let it sit under there for weeks without a second thought. And when I found it, I would not have also found a movie that needed to be returned. Not me! [Thank goodness for No Late Fees!]

But the pièce de résistance would have to be the Circus that didn't fly. No way that I would have rushed around on Saturday to pick up the tickets that we were being given to go to the circus, gotten the family all hyped up for the adventure, made everyone try to take naps on Sunday afternoon, and then drive 35 minutes into the city, only to then look and discover that the tickets are for NEXT SUNDAY. And of course, my family being the laid back and forgiving types [ah hem, perhaps not so much.] would not have chanted [and alternately cried] "It's all your fault. It's all mom's fault." for another 35 minutes home. If that happened, I probably won't be living it down any time soon.