I did not take my kids directly to the grocery store for movie rentals, their favorite frozen pizza and ice cream for our Friday night slumber party. And they were not beside themselves when I let them eat in front of the TV in the family room and gave them seconds on Oreo milkshakes. I would never do that when their Dad was out for the night. I serve vegetables with every meal and we use linen napkins at the dining room table. Always.
I also did not cry and cry and cry when going through old videos for a project I'm working on. It's not me that was stunned speechless by how much life has changed even in the last two years and how richly I've been blessed. Nope. I did not shed a tear over footage of our now deceased grandparents or the videos the kids recorded two summers ago for their Dad. They were not the cutest 3 and 5 year olds EVER telling their Dad "congratulations" and wishing him well. Max did not compliment him on being handsome and doing well on his homework. That would be too cute a message from a five year old to his 30 something Dad. Those sentiments are not captured on film at my house.
It was not me that slept until 10 AM on Sunday just because everyone else was still asleep and I could. And I did not bolt upright out of bed realizing that the Princess didn't have the perfect hair accessory to wear to a baby shower with her shiny new dress. And she did not happily run right out the door with me in the clothes she slept in to purchase said hair accessory. She did not fawn over every sparkly thing in the neighborhood kids boutique and ask 5 times for a big girl dress. Did not. And I'm sure it wasn't me that told her a million times how beautiful she looked at her cousin's baby shower and she did not love it. Not one bit.
Oh, and I so do not wish it was still the weekend. Not me. I just love a cold, cloudy Monday.