Not Me Monday!

This afternoon, in the middle of Mallorie's speech therapy, I did not notice that her fingernails had a week's worth of extra length,

then look at my own nails, and THEN realize that Jacob was at that very moment sitting in a class at the all-day homeschool co-op, with nails that looked like this:

I did not then make a mental note (which will be forgotten, as it was not a
written note) that I MUST clip 59 nails tonight! Because we are going to see the illustrious Dr. B tomorrow. And of course she has never told me that dirt on faces she can overlook, and messy hair she can overlook, but the one thing she cannot stand to see is untrimmed, dirty nails on children.

And, of course, I do NOT actually concern myself what she thinks.

And it did not occur to me that it might be a little odd, for me to actually care about things like this, after all these years of parenting.

Good thing none of this is actually true. Right?

And I am also not still using my cell phone to put pictures on here because I haven't the time patience ability to use a real camera and download the pictures like real blog owners do.

And I do not still have to go here every Monday, in order to figure out how to participate in this therapy.

And I did not smile writing "59 nails," knowing most people reading this will not understand. :)