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 handed my son my not so smart phone. One hour later it had 559 more pictures on it.

I may or may not have taken a week or two (probably closer to two) off from mopping my floor. Once I started mopping all these white bumps started showing up. EVERYWHERE. The culprit? Elmers glue. It really does dry invisible as marketed. And in the hands of small folks can get everywhere. 

It may or may not be wise to leave the glue in their craft box ready for small hands.

I may or may not have lifted up my inside rug in front of our sliding glass door to our back patio. What I first thought was mud turned out to be something entirely more disgusting. And may or may not have been there for that whole two weeks. How in the world did it  not smell?? And in the mind of small people, cleaning it up by covering up with the rug makes a lot of sense. If mommie can't see the mess, it isn't there right? :o)

I may or may not have realized that I really don't like shopping. It's worse than I once realized. I thought it was really just shopping for clothes. But it turns out I don't like shopping for anything except maybe plants. Food, clothes, house stuff, entertainment, gear ... none of it. My husband may or may not have pointed out that I have pretty much quit shopping for the last three months. Then I thought, huh, that's why I liked my life. But we have run out of everything and so this method doesn't work anymore. 

I may or may not have been under the impression that something was broken with me because my things don't seem to last forever. After talking to my mom about this last year, I realized that what fueled this misconception was my dad's ability to have worn the same things for my entire life. I thought they were the same ones. Nope turns out that he just updated with the same ones every time. Same sunglasses, running shoes, jeans for thirty years. That is an amazing feat and I sure wish ladies clothes would be so consistent that I could do the same and not have to hunt down a new pair of anything. And it may just be another way that I am my father's daughter. There are a lot of ways I am my father's daughter.

I may or may not love living in the country seeing all the wildlife. On yesterday's walk we saw a deer and a baby deer only two feet from us and then three hawks attack a bird's nest and eat the baby bird while the Momma bird screamed. I may or may not like seeing the National Geographic attack in person. Can't we all just pretend those parts don't happen?

I may or may not have read two French authored books this week and generalized that since I loved these two books, it follows that I should love all French authored books. Probably I won't. Do yourself a favor and pick up this classic: The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery. Translated by Richard Howard.  It is delightful. Full of sentences like "In order to make his escape, I believe he took advantage of a migration of wild birds." and a dedication like this:

"To Leon Werth

I ask children to forgive me for dedicating this book to a grown-up. I have a serious excuse: this grown-up is the best friend I have in the world. I have another excuse: this grown-up can understand everything, even books for children. I have a third excuse: he lives in France where he is hungry and cold. He needs to be comforted. If all these excuses are not enough, then I want to dedicate this book to the child whom this grown-up once was. All grown-ups were children first. (But few of them remember it.) So I corrected my dedication: 

To Leon Werth 

when he was a little boy"

I may or may not have purchased two pairs of the same shorts for my littles. One in size 4T and the other in 5T. Or so I thought. The price tag and sticker on the shorts for the 5T did in fact say 5T. I washed them and had them picked out for today's outfit. When I put them on my little this morning, it turned out they were size 4T. I may or may not have just said in my head, he's wearing em anyway. And he did and they were a bit small and he didn't notice. I may or may not be debating about going back to get the proper size or just keep  him in the too small size. Should this really be a debate? Lazy mom award goes to me this week! 

And also, this should go without saying. But someone needed to say it to me this week. Always check the inside tag.