Mondays sure do come around quick these days. I have been thoroughly enjoying the participation in "Not Me!" Mondays, so here is this weeks edition:
I did not wake up this morning to two very small, very cold feet digging into my back and reminisce about the days where small, cold feet didn't exist in my household. Nor did I mentally and then verbally plead with my Sassy to close her eyes and go back to sleep- even though it was already 7:55. As a final straw, I absolutely did not turn on Noggin and roll back over, knowing full-well that Sassy would be content for at least another 20 or so minutes through the magic of television.
Oh, and I was not a complete nightmare towards my husband last night. I have not been taking out my breastfeeding frustrations on him and making his life miserable. No, not in the least. Not me!
Speaking of my husband, I did not actually get mad at him for feeling sick yesterday. There are a few unwritten rules around here, and he knows that getting sick is out of the question. I just can't take it. I absolutely cannot find the strength to take care him when he is sick. So, when he told me he was nauseous, I SO did not tell him that if he was going to throw up, I didn't want to see it, hear it, smell it, or know about it in general. Not me! For the record, his nausea passed and he saw it fit to survive another day. Men.
Lastly, I have not been letting my frustration and depression over the baby feeding fiasco get to me or my diet. I have not been eating my way through this problem. I totally did not indulge in a horribly fattening dessert at Applebee's the other night, nor did I help myself to two oatmeal cookies and a slice of cheesecake at the Arbonne party I attended yesterday afternoon. Nope, not me!