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 spent six hours in stores, over two days with my littles in tow, searching for a pair of pants to fit well. Just one pair. I did not find even one pair. This isn't helping build a case for me to believe that shopping is fun and rewarding.

I may or may not have had to fix the sprinklers three times this week. Fixing them because the Destroyer (we so lovingly dub our youngest little) has been constantly tinkering with them. Who knows how long we had been watering the sidewalk, which I'm sure was grateful for the drink or our back patio instead of my delicate plants. First time, I fixed the 180* problem and admonished my child. The second time we were shocked to find one sprinkler completely removed so he could play with it on the slip n slide. There was left a geyser in our side yard. The third time was another zone with sprinklers pointing at the house and the fenced walls. 

I may or may not be convinced that no matter how many times the little is admonished he will still want to tinker with the sprinklers, for he has a deep love for sprinklers and tinkering. 

I may or may not be trying to save a little money with my disposable contacts and wear them a little extra long. Each time I have tried this only going a half week longer than recommended, my eye gets scratched. The same eye every time. And I end up in glasses for more than half a week. It's not a good thing I have going.

I may or may not have been so proud of my purge of library books last week getting rid of 56. On Thursday we came home with 30 more. My excuse? It was the once a month day that they get all their new books. We had to partake. Of course we did.

It may or may not have taken both adults in this house two hours straight to clean up the littles' playroom. It seems to be a quarterly task so I can get in there and vaccuum. The littles just jump around exclaiming how "neat" and "tidy" everything is looking and take the role of cheerleader so it seems like they are taking part. Every time we do this, I think this year we will have no toys for Christmas. I don't imagine that going over well.

I may or may not have woken up with a sore throat and ear infection. Who on earth knows where I got it. Oh, only from my little who picked up this bug last week. It's summer for crying out loud. Can't we have a break from the cesspool of germs our children bring home. Which we are still confused about how he picked it up since we stayed at home for four days before he got sick seeing no one.

We may or may not have gotten home from our movie in the park at 11:40pm. I was so cold that I decided I needed a bath to warm up. I hopped in with a great book to keep me company. I was so swept in by the story that I barely noticed when my husband did the nightly bed shuffle from the twin bed with the littles to our room. You do what you gotta do to stay sane. One little boycotts sleep. It was 3:30am. 

"A cloud does not know why it moves in just such a direction and at such a speed ... It feels an impulsion ... that is the place to go now. But the sky knows the reasons and the patterns behind all clouds, and you will know, too, when you lift yourself high enough to see beyond horizons. "

Richard Bach