It’s that time again. That time when I tell you all my dirty little secrets from the last seven days.
I did not absolutely LOVE Michigan. I did not think it was one of the most beautiful places I have seen. I did not enjoy being spoiled by Amy’s mom while there. Living in the lap of luxury is not for me.
I did not fall down a hill, nearly into a creek, while filming footage of the land I don’t want to buy in Michigan. I did not get this fall on film. That would be so embarrassing. Then in my confusion of the fall, I didn’t subsequently record when I wanted to stop and stop when I wanted to record. That would mean I wouldn’t have recorded anything that I wanted, and that I only got footage of my friends backside and the ceiling of the barn.
I did not book flights for Grace and I from Michigan to Kansas, and leave my beloved to drive 800 miles with four children by himself. Then relish in the fact that I was flying and avoiding all the misery. That would not be very nice.
When I booked those flights, I had to book round trip tickets. I didn’t seriously consider returning to Michigan today, rather than driving home on Friday.
I didn’t get an insanely good deal on an infrared sauna while in Kansas. I would never ask my beloved to set it up so I could try it out the night before we left for home. I would never gloat to my mommy about my cheap sauna, that would be mean. I would never tell her it was her fault she missed out. After all, it had been on craigslist for six weeks. That would be even meaner. I did not laugh hysterically when she said, “I don’t love you very much right now.”
I did not make my beloved drive all the way home with the kids by himself. I did not drive my grandma’s truck all the way. That would be terrible. I am just not that way.
I was not an insanely proud mama this weekend when both my boys shot their first deer. I did not find myself going 75 in a 55 on the way to take pictures of the first one. I did not blame my speeding on the fact that I drove my grandma’s truck home from Kansas. I would never say it was because it took much more pressure to get her truck to 55. I certainly would not do it again the next day, when I drove to take pictures of the second deer. I ALWAYS drive the speed limit.
See what else people are not doing over at Mck Mama’s blog on this Not Me Monday.