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 been informed by my 4 year old that my hair was not pretty today and I needed to go fix it immediately. It's day three -- no grease mind you with my dry curly hair. I threw it up in a messy bun and thought it wasn't great but it would do. He told me that I needed to go in the bathroom and fix it so my curls were pretty again and that to make me feel better he would keep me company in there. 

I may or may not have obtained a third kid this week. I may or may not be sore because I didn't get to build up my holding baby arms through the eight months of his life. I'm just being thrown in at 20 lbs to carry around for hours a day!

I may or may not have been found guilty of having mom hands. My hands were so dry, the machine denied my fingerprints during our background check and had to be manually overridden. Reason: I have been soaking my hands in vinegar, dish soap, baking soda and borax for hours trying to hand wash clothes the get the stink of the thrift shop out of them. I was successful with the stink, not in taking care of my poor hands.

I may or may not have failed at forcing bulbs. 4 out of 5 sprounted. They grew, grew, grew all the way until flowering and then the flower part just dried up and shrived away. I bought some paper whites on clearance at Walmart a month ago and thought I'd give it a go. I'm blaming it on the extreme gray that has been lurking  in the sky all month. Not on my gardening skills. I'll be putting them in the yard come June.

I may or may not be having sticker shock at the price of baby gear and clothes these days. I haven't had to get gear in six years, back before the recession. Is the recession what happened to the price of baby gear??? Thrift shops are leaving much to be desired with their lack of clothes over size 6 months. Thankfully, a friend was able to loan us an infant car seat, so that we can squish em all in the backseat.

My husband may or may not be sitting in the car with a book because the littlest little to join our family two days ago finally fell asleep two minutes before we got home from Fred Meyer.  He may or may not be secretly happy to find peace and quiet to be able to finish his book before it's due tomorrow. I may or may not be cooking my dinner -- I eat entirely separate meals from everyone else -- and trying to finish this blog entry up and pretend to have some normalcy by reading status updates since our quiet life became very loud.

I may or may not have had my husband sit down and watch a childhood favorite of mine Steel Magnolias so that he could learn more about my Southern ways. I was definitely able to clear up why Easter in the Pacific Northwest is just a waste with the cold rainy weather; and no one bothering to dress up extra special with the white gloves and shoes.

I may or may not have started singing the Subway song "Cruncha Muncha" during meal time to get the littlest little excited about eating veggies. And replacing the words with "...broccoli in my mouth" or whatever veggie is in there.