Okay, so I've decided to join the fun and post my own Not Me! Monday just like Mckmama on her blog, my charming kids. It will be kind of like the "confessions of a bad mom" I've done in the past. Here we go:
This week, I started back to work part-time at our summer camp. We also had Little Sister's first birthday and a special event at church. Things have been hectic, but I've handled it perfectly. I cleaned up the kitchen- and no, I did not simply hide a few things in the cabinets to make the photos look a little less cluttered. It wasn't me who, in my frantic effort to straighten up my kitchen, cleaned out the fridge and (gasp) threw out a plastic storage container because of something unidentifiable in it. I would never do something so un-green... Nope, I am an earth mama. I haven't found it difficult to switch back to cloth after Little Sister's rash cleared up. Not at all. Nor did I use paper partyware (that I found on sale when I was still pregnant with my sweet darling, by the way).
Nope, I was Ralph Nader meets June Cleaver. I even made a nice cream cheese frosting for her own little cake...which I certainly didn't bake from a box. I especially didn't buy that icky chemical laden (and colorful plasticish chip filled) icing from a can for the rest of the batch.
This week, I started back to work part-time at our summer camp. We also had Little Sister's first birthday and a special event at church. Things have been hectic, but I've handled it perfectly. I cleaned up the kitchen- and no, I did not simply hide a few things in the cabinets to make the photos look a little less cluttered. It wasn't me who, in my frantic effort to straighten up my kitchen, cleaned out the fridge and (gasp) threw out a plastic storage container because of something unidentifiable in it. I would never do something so un-green... Nope, I am an earth mama. I haven't found it difficult to switch back to cloth after Little Sister's rash cleared up. Not at all. Nor did I use paper partyware (that I found on sale when I was still pregnant with my sweet darling, by the way).
Nope, I was Ralph Nader meets June Cleaver. I even made a nice cream cheese frosting for her own little cake...which I certainly didn't bake from a box. I especially didn't buy that icky chemical laden (and colorful plasticish chip filled) icing from a can for the rest of the batch.
Nope, not me. Birthday celebrations, even small ones that are just for our immediate family, are supposed to be lovingly planned and prepared for far in advance. That's why it was definitely not me who frantically sent her husband to the grocery store after receiving a phone call from her baby's teacher- asking if I would like to send cookies or cupcakes to go with the ice cream they had planned. (For the baby class?! Who knew?) And it definitely wasn't my child who was sent to school with a package of Murray butter cookies instead of cute homemade cupcakes or even the Sesame Street Letter of the Day cookies I sent DaddyClay out to find. (To be fair, why would I send cupcakes? She hadn't even had her birthday cake yet, and I doubt they really wanted to deal with the mess enough to let the little ones play in them. And don't get me started on food allergies and the numerous ingredients I probably haven't introduced to my apparently sheltered one-year-old).
Oh yeah... one more thing. Even though it saved large amounts of paper towels and clean-up time, I had nothing to do with this:
Oh yeah... one more thing. Even though it saved large amounts of paper towels and clean-up time, I had nothing to do with this:
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