Not Me Monday

I did not attend a Kindergarten readiness seminar and gasp in shock over how many things kids have to know to go to Kindergarten. I did not feel like I hadn't prepared my child enough. I was not surprised that kids have to be able to cut out things with scissors, and realize I never let my kid use scissors. I did not go to Walmart and buy her kid scissors that day. Not me.


Yesterday, I was not changing Brooklyn's diaper and did not tell Savannah to clean her room. I did not feel proud that she was in there happily doing a thorough job. I did not go ahead and make dinner for Darren and I, give Brooklyn her medicine, and settle her in her crib before going to check on Savannah.


I did not, upon opening Savannah's door, find that she'd found her scissors. And that she'd used them... very well. I did not gasp and stand there with my mouth gaping open as I surveyed the damage. She had not cut up two pompoms, baby doll clothes, a tutu, and a pajama top, in addition to not cleaning her room at all.


I did not just back out of the room, shut the door, and when D got home from work declare to him that the child was HIS.


I did not decide that in the cutting department, she should be very well prepared for school.


Not me.