I did not forget that it is Monday. Well, I knew it was Monday, but somehow this day has been so crazy that I forgot that it is Not Me! Monday Monday.
I did not spent three hours at Starbucks editing and did not just came back from picking up Landon from my sister-in-law’s house.
Now I’ll have to write this really quickly because in two hours half the Bleasdale Clan will descend on our house for a birthday party, belated for my birthday and a day in advance for one of my nieces.
Landon and I did not get to go to a cool Thomas the Tank Engine event in Brooklyn last week.
I did not take him out of school for that day and we did not have to get up early and drive 1,5 hours for it, but it was so not worth it.
Don did not drive all the way to Saratoga yesterday (six hour round trip) to see an old friend who trains race horse and who took him to the races.
My mother-in-law did not convince me — who can’t stand the sun or heat, and it was HOT! — to hang out with the family at a nice Chappaqua pool with Landon since Don was going to be gone all day.
I reluctantly agreed and did not enjoy myself. My little “water rat” was in heaven and I did not look like Jackie O with a wide-brimmed hat while everyone else had the guts to don swimsuits.
I was mostly hiding under the big umbrella because I was not not going to get sunburned again (remember Nantucket?)