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 finally gotten around to sorting through Ian's dresser to take out the size he has outgrown months ago. I may believe that this is one of the harder things to do as a mommie. Saying goodbye to the clothes that represent the memories of the child you have already gotten to know. And saying hello to the future child that you haven't encountered yet.  I said goodbye to his too small clothes. And by goodbye, I mean put in a container in his closet to eventually give to his cousin.

I may or may not be trying to save money by making my own laundry dryer sheets and fabric softener.  I swear there are more pinterest fails than outstanding, time saving, make life easier ideas. Yet another two fails for the week. The fabric softener decided to build up in my washer instead and the dryer sheet didn't take out the static cling. Thus, giving me a third fail: needing to make a later than good for the kiddos run to Walmart to get the chemical ridden products that save my time and machines and clothes.

I may or may not have missed the memo on needing to attach candy or a pencil to school valentines. I did not realize this was standard protocol. Is there a book out there that lays out all the rules for surviving elementary school as a parent? But true to form, I'm not going to lose a wink of sleep over this. 

I may or may not have switched Brandon and I over to neem oil toothpaste a few months ago. We have been very happy with the switch but forgot how our "normal" worked in comparison. So we both went back to our Crest types and both started screaming at the end because our mouths were on fire. Tongues and cheeks were burned from the toothpaste! I have no need to repeat this experiment or forget the results. My husband, on the other hand, says he may in fact repeat the burning mouth experience.

I may or  may not be finding acorns collected in the Fall by my littlest little all around my house. He may or may  not have been keeping his collection in the car and now starting to migrate them to the house. I may or may not also have a pine cone collection on my front porch from the same little. This collecting of acorns might just be genetic since I may or may not have brought back a collection of acorns from oak trees in Florida a year and a half ago. And they just may be sitting in my laundry room window sill.