Not Me Monday

This week, McMamma is hosting a Not My Child Monday, but I'm just going to stick with my same-o not me's. Why? Well because my children are perfect, of course! I just wouldn't have anything to write about!

I am not secretly glad when E. Stone asks to wear a diaper and not be potty trained - for me, honestly, I don't have enough on my plate already. I mean, isn't everyone thrilled when their children are ready to train? Far be it for me to delay that!

Cash does not call a phone a bye-bye, and if he did, it wouldn't be because that's typically what I'm saying on the phone as he enters the room. Ahh, to be able to have a conversation and not rush people off the phone, not something I miss!

I did not pull on a sports bra to walk to the park the other day only to have it rip... and, if this would have happened it wouldn't be because the sports bra was from high school. How would I know that? Because it didn't have my old last name written in it, in my mother's handwriting.

So what are you not up to this week. Come on, I know it's good!