I’m back! Who knew that starting a blog would mean adding one more thing to feel guilty about? After nearly seven months without a post, I have a few stored up and hope to get back into the swing of things again. We’re using a different program for posting pictures, so it shouldn’t take me hours of previewing and correcting code for each post.

I’ll start off with a Not Me! Monday story for you. Remember Not Me! Monday? It was started by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

But first, take a look at a series of events that didn’t happen to us a couple weeks ago:

I did not forget to change my daughter’s diaper upon waking from her nap, since I’d been waiting for her to wake up so we could get groceries and prescriptions. I especially did not forget about that diaper until placing her into the shopping cart in the grocery store entrance, deciding to change it at the next stop. While nearly an hour into our shopping trip, I certainly didn’t run out of Baby Mum Mums from home (at least Baby Mum Mums aren’t sold at that particular grocery store, so it wasn’t completely tacky…yet). Because if I HAD run out of snacks from home and still had a hungry daughter, she might have turned around in her grocery cart seat and grabbed the package of freeze dried Yogurt Melts and started biting the photograph on the front of it. But even if she had done such a thing, I NEVER would have opened the bag of yet-to-be-paid-for toddler treats and fed her two at a time to buy myself (and my fellow shoppers) five more minutes without squawking before we checked out.

Once we arrived at the pharmacy, I most definitely DID take the whole diaper bag inside with me rather than just pop a single diaper into the zipper pouch of my Ergo baby carrier. And Siena was, of course, perfectly content to be carried in said baby carrier while we waited in line at the Drop Off counter, with no complaining, squirming, or shrieking to get “dow! dow! dow!” down.

And just because, during all our previous visits to this pharmacy, we’ve had a 30 minute wait between the front of the line at the Drop Off counter and getting in the back of the line at the Pick Up counter, I would NEVER have assumed that to be the case on this particular occasion, planning to change a soggy diaper during some of those 30 minutes. No, no, when I was told our prescriptions were filled and waiting on the shelf, I was pleasantly surprised and strolled my peaceful babywearing self to the back of the Pick Up counter line (during which time, I did NOT allow my daughter to take bottles of cold medicine off the shelves, line them up on the floor, then put them back again. I know medicine should never be confused with playthings).

Of course, once we reached the front of the line (and Siena showed zero interest in pressing all the buttons on the debit card keypad with one hand and holding my debit card in her other hand) and spelled our last name to the pharmacy assistant and waited for her to find all three hanging bags, remove all three containers of medication and side effect inserts and place them into paper pharmacy bags, I did NOT look at the $100+ total and realize we were technically uninsured for another day until the new policy started up and we could order insurance cards with the new company my husband’s employer switched to. (Yeah, and I’ve never written a run-on sentence in my life…)

But if that all HAD happened, I wouldn’t have been so thrown off course that I started to leave the store, forgetting all about the diaper…again. No, I went straight back to the restroom and changed that diaper and put Siena back in the pants she was wearing when I carried her in. There is — absolutely — no way that I was reminded of that diaper halfway to the exit doors when I heard the tinkling sound of urine falling on my boot. No way had I let a diaper get so soggy that it couldn’t hold a drop more, and spilled through her pants and down a few feet to my boot. And no way did I go buy baby wipes and a pair of Valentine’s Day pants, change the diaper, and carry a pair of wet pants out of the store in a shopping bag.

No, I’m way too good of a mother for ANY of that to have happened. I don’t know why you’d possibly think there’s any other reason for my daughter to be dressed in a pink flowery top and pink heart pants.

Oh, and did I mention we are now having all our prescriptions sent to the grocery store?