Not Me Monday: Camping Edition

Did you do something you aren't proud of this week?  Do you feel the need to fess up to your imperfections?  Well, join MckMama in a free therapy session and air those dirty secrets.

I definitely didn't let my child eat grass, sticks, dirt, etc. when we were camping this weekend. I was a diligent mother and kept my daughter from eating nature.

I most certainly did not almost have a head on collision with a deer while wearing my daughter. Nope I was 100% awake while walking around with my daughter in the Moby and alert to my surroundings.  I would never be so out of it that I almost got run over by Bambi.

My daughter did not have a s'more, while we were camping. I only feed her healthy foods, so I definitely didn't let her eat something so sugary. Nope, not me.

I absolutely did not give up on trying to keep my daughter from waking everyone up when she was screaming in the middle of the night.  No, I was considerate and did my best to keep her quiet so everyone else could sleep.

I didn't make myself sick because I forgot to bring the baking soda or anything else to help the wetbag of dirty diapers not stink so much. I have super pregnancy nose, so I would definitely remember to take something to keep our room smelling good.

I really was not glad to be back to sleeping in my own bed last night. No, I always love vacation and don't want to come home.

Not Me Monday

Have you done something you are not proud of this week? Were your kids out of control? Did you lock yourself in the bathroom just to get 5 minutes of alone time? Then join in the free therapy session and head over to MckMama's blog and participate in "Not Me" Monday.

This week I definitely did not let my child run around the house diaper-less to try and clear up a nasty rash.

I most certainly did not leave the room for any length of time while said baby was diaper-less. That would just be asking for trouble. I am far to smart to do something like that.

There is no way that I returned to the room to find that my angelic daughter had finger painted my carpet, chair, and herself with her own feces. Not my daughter!

I didn't gag a little (or a lot) when I had to clean up the masterpiece my daughter had created, including some "chunks" of the previous nights dinner.

And lastly, I definitely didn't finally deduce that the diaper rash culprit was in fact peaches, immediately after feeding my daughter again. Nope, I'm a much better mother than that. I pay much closer attention to her diet and what may or may not be causing problems.