May or May Not Mondays

I may or may not have broken out into hives from all the stress added up in my body from three weeks of tortuous screaming from a baby and four days and nights of constant uncontrollable puking and explosive diarrhea from my boys. And myself falling victim to the new virus with lingering effects of the last virus still bothering me. Two virus's in three weeks isn't fun.

My 4 year old told me I have too much hair and it was pulled back in a bun. This may or may not be one of the biggest insults to curly hair people. We know it and can't do anything about it and it worries us. Curly hair comes with a hefty price. And this may or may not be the first time he has said it to me.

It may or may not have taken me 15 minutes of straight speed reading scrolling to find this particular curly hair problem. This one may say #38 but there are hundreds! HUNDREDS! I may or may not relate to every single one of the problems, but find them excessive when trying to find the exact one to illustrate my point!

There may or may not have been a wind storm Sunday night with winds out here reaching at least 50 mph. All the toys in the backyard and furniture flew. It may or may not have landed in various rose bushes and at minimum of 10 yards around the side of the house. Our seat cushion flew off our front porch, over the balcony and flown 30 yards and landed in the street. My husband dealt with that Monday morning. I may or may not have had any clue about it until Wednesday afternoon when I went out of the house through my backyard. Brandon came home sick and the boys were napping so I decided to walk down the hill to the library to pick up books. I was informed that I must sneak out of the house through the backyard side gate so I didn't disturb anyone. I didn't and then got to clean up the mess after my walk.

I may or may not still have puke in my downstairs bathroom sink. I am fairly certain it is from Monday. Today it is Friday. It is not a bad one and I just keep getting distracted and forgetting about cleaning it up. Most likely I will get distracted again after writing this and it will still be in my sink for some time.

I may or may not have had to clean yet another but large sick mess up in the boy's bathroom sink this week. I pulled out the drain plug and it was growing with black stuff. So much black stuff that I thought the part was supposed to be black. No such luck, it's white. It has been sitting in a bowl of vinegar slowly dissolving the crude because I have more pressing messes and things to tend to with sick little boys. Today has finally revealed the culprit. Bandaids with peanuts characters being forced down the drain caused this nastiness! Which means it is fairly recent because those are the new type.

Today's May or May Not Mondays are brought to you by the word disgusting!

I may or may not have sent my husband to the garage with the foreman to make his burger. I thought the smell would be unforgivable to the queasy sick boys since it is their favorite food. Then I made him clean it in the utility sink just to make sure no smell was detected in the house by little sniffers.

I may or may not have started filling the bath tub and been taken away from it from sickness accidents. Lucky for everyone that tubs have the emergency drain at the top. By the time I remembered, we were close to a flood. After diverting that disaster, I went back to dealing with the other emergencies. After all that was finished up I was committed to taking a bath. It was freezing and all the hot water was gone. I sat in a freezing tub for 45 minutes while Brandon came up with pots full of boiling water to add to the bath. After eight trips, the hot water heater had refilled and I finally got a hot bath.

I may or may not have realized who my second little gets his grumpiness from in the middle of the night. Last night at 4 am they (being Brandon and my little) had a screaming match about cleaning up the explosive diarrhea in the bathroom. Both of them were screaming that they would rather be in bed and to get this mess cleaned up immediately. While my oldest little and I just laughed and told them to calm down and just deal with it. Those two were evenly matched in their fury over being woken up and having to clean up a mess of poop.

This is our first sign of Spring. Our Forsythia is the first thing to bloom.