Well my friends it is Monday.
And we know what that means.
Yes, it is time to strip the beds and start the laundry.
But that wasn't what I was talking about.
I am talking about confessions of the Not Me! variety.
Thanks to MckMama for hosting this weekly confessional.
It always makes me feel better.
Oh how I have missed this little 'fessing up time!
I have not been attempting to put all the Christmas boxes and ribbons around here in the attic.
Nope, not me.
It is the middle of January for heavens sake and that would be ridiculous.
I have not procrastinated the assent into the attic for fear of freezing my hinney-bones off.
It has not been like 35 degrees here which would make the attic -35.
I am not just a little bit tired of the labeled red and green boxes that are lining my hallway.
I am not even more tired of the freezing temperatures in eastern North Carolina.
I am not ready for spring.
And fresh air.
I have not been watching my 13 year old workout with his P90X.
I have not started sweating just watching him.
I am not considering attempting this workout.
I am not hoping that someone will leave me a comment and talk me out of that insanity.
And especially not NOW!
I am not home today in celebration of MLK day.
And I am certainly not home with all three kiddos.
I am not excited about school tomorrow.
Not. one. little. bit.