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 rushed out on Monday morning to Hobby Lobby to purchase supplies for an advent wreath I just had to have, for it to sit in the bag for five days before I got around to putting it together. It definitely didn't turn out the way I envisioned. It is sitting piece meal on the dining room table crying out to be made beautiful. And I keep saying back to it, Nah, there's snow on the roads combined with holiday shopping. There's no way I'm venturing out just to make you more pretty and fix my failure.

I may or may not have decided to walk to pick up my oldest from school. A ten minute walk took the littlest little half an hour. We were ten minutes late and found the oldest little in the office wondering where we were. We went to a playground afterward, where I aggravated my injured shoulder pushing the teeter totter. I was unable to catch my littlest falling from the teeter totter when it was at the highest on his side. He remained unharmed due to all the winter garb required to keep warm. When starting to assist my littlest little on the monkey bars, he kicked me in the face jumping to reach the first rung. Angry and hurt, it took a half an hour to walk back up the hill to home. Hopefully, that will teach me to walk sans stroller in the future. I doubt it.

I may or may not have allowed my son to stay home from school because he wanted a family day. It crossed my mind that perhaps he was scared I wouldn't pick him up from school on time again. But didn't want to bring it up in case he wasn't thinking about that at all.

I may or may not deliberately had pancakes this morning full well knowing they contain almond flour, a known allergy of mine. I decided I would just chug large amounts of water afterward to try to keep my throat from constricting. Within ten minutes I was in a deep allergy induced sleep on the couch for two hours. When I woke up I was very confused as to when and how a tornado came through my living room and kitchen and when the boys all got themselves ready to play in the snow. Then I realized I brought it all on myself and deserved to have to clean the mess of my three boys leaving them unattended for hours. One of those boys is my husband.

I may or may not have been super excited to see a deer in our backyard last night in the subzero temperatures. I may or may not have actually discussed what kinds of food we could leave out there for the deer. I finally thought, "it's a wild animal" and that I could do more harm than good by feeding it. I may or may not have run to the window this morning to see if the deer found any food from our garden. He found broccoli plants that we had yet to clean up. I was secretly thankful for my laziness of  not wanting to clean out the garden in the cold so his belly could be filled.

I may or may not have run out of my conditioner this week and used a water vinegar mix instead. Instead of getting the promised luxurious results, it fried my hair. I may or may not have used the dryness as an excuse not to shower for a few days under the guise or repairing my hair. I also may have decided to read through all the curly hair problems on pinterest which reminded me of the beast I've been dealing with for 15 years. It may have depressed me a bit as to the short end of the stick I got with genetics. Then the snows came and it was more important to play in it than go to the salon to get more conditioner. So here I sit with still sad hair.