I did not go to Dolly's Ice Cream last night and help myself to not one, but two scoops of ice cream in a waffle cone. Nope. I'm not one to give in to gluttony only to feel the sting of regret hours later as I feel the fat stick to my waist and hips. Not me. I treat my body far batter and I have way too much self-control.
I did not let Kenly have as many licks off my ice cream cone to try and give myself an excuse for getting two scoops. I never use my child as an excuse for my own bad behavior.
I am not praying that Kenly's new found love for sleeping through the night is here to stay.
I do not find myself wondering if I can handle more than one child. Kenly does not stretch me father than a class of 29 ninth graders ever did.
I do not find myself saying things like "The dog is not a horse. You can't ride him." or "We do not play with our poop. It is not play doh."
I did not let my daughter play in the river wearing her Easter dress. Nope. I'm a woman who knows where play clothes are required.
I am not completely in love with my new washer and dryer. I do not sing praise every time I finish drying a load of clothes without hearing a single squeak. My love in not an obsession. I would never find laundry to do just because.
What have you not been up to?