Another Not Me Monday

So here with go with my "Not Me's" that didn't actually happen, right?

* I am not having a hard time not deleting this entire post and re doing the whole thing because the font did this crazy thing at the end. I am not that much of a perfectionist. So it is not bothering me at all and I am leaving it as is.

This week I did not straight leave my purse in the buggy, in the parking lot of the grocery store. (My mind in not too full!)
I did not go back to the grocery store a good 5 hours later to see if it was found or turned in, only to find it safe and sound in the store office. There was like a million dollars in it and 5o or so credit cards, all our birth certificates, marriage license, and my most precious keepsakes. Good thing I got it back.
I did not accept the job as Summer School Secretary just so I would be able to have some sort of Christmas for the "Little Welch Children" (who by the way are ALL grown!)
I am not paying for my car with the money we had normally set aside for Christmas, therefore I don't need the Summer School job. Do I?
I did not wait in the drive through at Delta Bank(which is my favorite thing to do because it does not take an eternity to do it) only to find out that the Cafeteria Bag I was depositing was $5 short. I do not mind waiting and waiting in line at that bank to drop off deposits that I have ABSOLUTELY nothing to do with at all, except driving them to the bank. It does not irritate me at all even though it takes forever to do it. Because I have all the time in the world.
I did not go buy store bought iced tea because I didn't want to take the time to make it fresh since the guys were all hungry and ready to eat and everything else was ready. It was not a mistake at all, because that store bought stuff was wonderfully delicious. Not!!
I do not miss Avery because we did not see her this weekend. It wouldn't make a difference that I have seen her every weekend for the last 5 or 6 weekends. To take a weekend off would not be causing some sort of withdrawal symptoms or anything like that. It doesn't work that way. I am not thinking on the fact that I wont see her this coming weekend either. I have hardly thought about her at all come to think of it.
And last but not least, but definitely most embarrassingly-- I did not have to quit playing volleyball at the church picnic, since having three children has done a number on me and, well let's just say I know when to quit. (Too vague for you? Too bad!) I CAN TOO jump on trampolines with no problem!