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 considering disabling our doorbell. I mean really is there anyone with small children who does not dread that bell ringing and interrupting precious sleep? No matter a note posted to the door and a phone call to the window washing company, the doorbell sounded and serenity disrupted. One of the littles literally woke screaming. But hey! I have clean windows on the outside. And of that I am quite appreciative.

I may or may not have clicked dislike on the song from Frozen on my little's pandora playlist. I have actually never heard the song, but have seen so many posts and spoofs about the song that I decided I wanted to to keep it that way. That's right folks, though we have the movie in the house given to us by my Grandma Jean, it has never been watched. My littlest little thinks that it looks scary based on the cover photo and my oldest little has no interest. This house is a Frozen Free zone. 

I may or may not have been informed that I have the wrong shape of face by my six year old. It is an oval and not round. Only round faces are pretty, just like his Granny Bugs'; who is much prettier than I am. 

I may or may not dread getting in my car to drive anywhere with the littles. They know they've got me cornered and that I'm stuck in there. This is the time of incessant chatter of questions. Non stop questions and talking over each other. Today I heard on the 2 minute drive home from the library: "Is there electricity in my brain?" "How do batteries store electricity?" "How do solar generators work?" "What is static electricity?" "Why does water make electricity extra dangerous?"

When I'm having a bad day with the kids,

I like to remind myself

That it could be worse.

I could be Calliou's mom.

I may or may not have exacted revenge on our return 10 1/2 hour trip from my parents. I mentioned the week before about not being thrilled about driving for 7 1/2 hours of the trip there on two hours of sleep. On the morning of the trip home, we packed ourselves into the car and left at 5:20am with glasses on our faces. Thinking both of our prescription sunglasses were in the front area of the car, for when we crossed the mountains to the land where the sun does shine more often than not, we headed down the road. Three hours later when the sun did appear, mine were no where to be found. A week later, I still haven't exacted where my sunglasses are and it has left us wondering if I subconsciously misplaced them to sabotage the trip home. I did not drive one minute of the trip home.

I may or may not have been watching a baby seal unaware that this No Tresspassing sign hung above me. Just had a giggling husband who said, "Don't move." So I didn't. Oops. We turned back after watching the seal for some time. And then named myself Tresspasser W. Short for Tresspasser Weber. (Reference: Piglet's grandfather). 

I may or may not have found myself spending very little time on personal appearance. No makeup and taking no time to do my hair. It dries however it feels and then I throw it up or leave it down depending on level of frizz (which may be much considering I am not putting product in to tame the curls) and it goes up in a messy bun or stays down if it is remotely acceptable. Is it laziness or freedom? I find that I am too lazy to do any of the necessary grooming with visiting the pool daily or almost daily. I think this may be another aspect of why I love summer: freedom. Freedom from schedule and doing anything more than enjoying the weather, playing.

I may or may not have dropped my cell phone all the way through my sectional couch. Of course it was in the exact spot I couldn't reach with the broom because of angle. Of course it happened when the strong husband isn't home to move the couch. Ten minutes later after exhausting my strength the cell phone, battery and back were retrieved. Of course this couch doesn't move and then I had to vacuum the carpet that doesn't see the light of day. And retrieve all the treasure left there by the littles.