It was Not Me that wore the same pair of jeans every day last week without bothering to wash them. Well.. it wasn't like I didn't bother to wash them so much as it was I had them on every time I did laundry so I couldn't.
It is Not Me that has to put my 14 month old son in a car seat (his sister's pink one no less) to get him to sleep more than 20 minutes. That would seem like bad parenting, or something.
It is Not Me that doesn't bother to even try washing my two year old's hands when we use public restrooms. Between the high counter that is always soaked, the automatic water that won't stay on and the stupid hand dryers that are totally inefficient it just isn't worth the struggle. We use Purell and call it a day.
It was Not Me earlier this week that told my toddler that if she opened the front door to the house by herself without an adult there with her that a big monster might be in the yard and he might get her. In retrospect that would have probably not been the best way to discourage that... you know IF that had been me. Which it wasn't.