Not My Chid Monday

I don't usually participate in Not Me Monday over at MckMama's BlogContinent but, this one begged for it! You see, I have some perfect kids, who never get in trouble, never keep me up at night, and who I never ever get frustrated with. Well, at least that's what I'll say...

Because it's definitely not my child who says to me on occasion, "Listen to me!" in a very grumpy voice. See, if it were, I'd know that those sounds weren't something she came up with on her own. I'd know those sounds were a perfect mimic of her mother. Her mother, who doesn't ever say "Listen to me!" with a gutsy growl and teeth clenched. Not my baby, she never needs to be threatened with the you're-so-close-to-in-trouble-and-ya-better-shape-up-coz-momma-bear just woke up voice.

It's not my daughter who can be seen in public in her mismatched outfits, thirty-seven layers and smelly water shoes in the middle of winter because her mother has given up fighting on non-essentials. Because children like that often look like ragammuffins, ragamuffins hose mothers dont care. But I don't care anyways. Not me. Not a bit. I don't look at her, shake my head, and feel defeated. Nope. I don't care how ridiculous my kids look in public. Not at all...

It wasn't my baby who has lost any and all sembelance of routine since returning from the US. Nope, we're really good at schedules and routines over here. It has nothing to do with jetlag running right into a growth spurt. Nope, nothing will deter our schedule. Never, never.

It's not my kids. Nope...