May or May Not Monday

May or May-Not Monday: Where you can divulge the secrets of life's mishaps without feeling like a failure. So go on... own up. I may have...

I may or may not have used the path around my kitchen island as a form of treadmill. It may have all started while playing race cars with my littles and I realized I was on to something. Yes, a poor man's treadmill. I may or may not be only able to last for 15 minutes before I get too dizzy. But it does help get me moving since my kids straight refuse to walk or ride in the stroller in the cold. And it's too dark and much too cold after Brandon comes home from work. 

I may or may not have decided that the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice is no longer my favorite rendition of Jane Austen's fabulous story. Rather the BBC's Lost in Austen entertains me far more. My husband may or may not be in agreement with this change in loyalty. He does.

I may or may not have not checked the dryness of the french bread needed to make stuffing until an hour before we needed to leave with the dish for dinner. I may or may not have charged my husband with the task of drying the bread out with a hair dryer in front of our gas fireplace. It worked quite well. He saved the day.

I may or may not be welcoming the rain. Not necessarily the rain, but what it brings, humidity. I am a hater of rain from living in the rain forest of the PNW for too long.  The low humidity and cold temps have wreaked havoc on my already dry skin. Just touching it has been causing it to bleed. I've had to put a yogurt and honey mask on nightly along with drenching my skin with the most moisturizing lotion and topping with oils and it hasn't been enough. Humidity has been a welcomed relief.

I may or may not have a fake Christmas tree that was purchased eight years ago for $10. You know back when they actually had sales in stores. This is the first time in 5 years that I have put it up before the week of or the night before Christmas because of naughty little hands who have no self control. We shall see if they have mastered self control this year.

I may or may not have being reaching to hit the garage door opener on the wall and had a partial sublexation of my shoulder happen. It's similar to dislocating the shoulder. I may have been army tough and popped it back in myself. My injury may have also happened because I was trying to be army tough with doing too many push up this week. Luckily, my ex goalkeeping husband had the same injury in college and has helped me with the pain. He told me I needed to learn to be a south paw and sadly, I cannot even feed myself with my left hand.