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 be playing this game every time it's sunny this winter. 

It's been a particularly gray winter.


I may or may not wish kids clothes came in half sizes. My little dudes seem to need a half size for awhile. It's not just a week or two. So they walk around with high waters and high sleeves for far too long. Because they stay the same skinny and the next size up swallows them even with the waist cincher. I may or may not wish that woman's clothing came in half sizes too. 

It may or may not have been 11 days since my littles last shower. We haven't done anything for them to get dirty and mostly it just got away from us every night getting enthralled with watching the Olympics. Normally we wash them once a week in the winter to keep them skin from drying out too much. I did get them showered today (day 11). 

I may or may not have allowed my little to stay home from school so that he could do learning all day on his own terms. I may or may not be torn over how to solve this problem. He likes school, but doesn't learn anything new there and he is getting bored. I may or may not spend hours a day trying to figure out the best solution for his learning next year. And mostly I would like to be able to sing, "We solved the problem, everything is awesome! Problem solved."

I may or may not be saving my birthday money to buy a new toilet. Nobody tells you that when you turn 32, buying a new toilet to replace a toilet that refuses to be odorless no matter how much you scrub will be a great and welcome present. AND  that you will be excited about it. Happy birthday, Kate! You get a new toilet.

I may or may  not be slowly educating my husband on military life. An article was posted on facebook about paratroopers so of course I needed to give Brandon a picture of what my Dad did 205 times in his career. The Blood on the Risers: WWII American Paratrooper Song lyrics were quoted. Immediately I got all excited and began belting out the refrain "Gory, gory. What a hell of a way to die."  I may or may not have been dying of laughter when I saw the shock on Brandon's face. It may have been even funnier to see the shock increase when I told him that my friends and I used to sing that song and may other Army cadences with vulgar language around the age of 9. I may or may not be slightly shocked now as a mommie that this is or at least was normal for Army brats growing up. This makes all the lists of "You know you're an Army brat if..." Google the song yourself for the complete set of lyrics -- they are far worse than the refrain.