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 under the impression since around the wee grades of elementary school that the movie North & South was a movie about the Civil War. I finally decided to watch the BBC version on Netflix and within the first minutes of the movie my brain was very confused as to why it was set in England! It most certainly isn't about the Civil War and it most certainly isn't set in the United States. I'm thinking I'm gonna give reading the novel a try since I did enjoy the series once my world was done rocking.
I may or may not have walked into my bathroom to see toilet paper shredded everywhere on the floor. My first thought was did we get a cat? Second, I hope the little destroyer had a delightful time with this game. Third, why?
I may or may not have somehow slept through my alarm blaring going off for an hour Friday morning. It's set for 7:30 and I finally heard it at 8:25. School starts at 8:45. Not only that but somehow I managed to overdue my hip flexor in the pool yesterday. Seriously I only egg beatered a little bit. So smelling like bengay, I could hardly get myself out of the bed. Literally, had to pick my leg up and set it on the ground and pick it up again to start walking. Not good news when you've got to run around like a mad banshee to get kids fed, one up from bed, dressed, lunch fixed, hair combed and in the car in 20 minutes. Wait, did I forget to mention get myself dressed too? Yah, there's that. Got my oldest to school about 8:47 and ran him into the school. Drove to drop the other at preschool only to find out that he didn't make it with shoes. Drove back home, got shoes and got him back in time. Not my ideal picture of how mornings before school should go.
I may or may not have a fat lip from putting my hair in a bun yesterday. I used my teeth to stretch out a tiny hair band and it smacked and cut open my lip.
I may or may not have orange gatorade in my still pretty new washer. I was getting the kids ready for soccer practice and as usual they were not listening or going about their tasks. I was making gatorade and my husband came in the door from work. Out of the corner of my eye I just saw a man, my instinct was to hurl the large can of gatorade straight at his head. It was only mid throw that I realized it was my husband. I wasn't too worried since he is a goalkeeper and I knew his training would keep him safe from being decapitated by a can of gatorade. Fight or flight at its finest. The gatorade was vacuumed out (by the scared and confused husband) and then the clean cycle run, but I've still got orange gatorade running through my washer.
I did apologize and our marriage is in tact.
This first week of school has not been my finest hour.
I may or may not have walked into my bathroom to see toilet paper shredded everywhere on the floor. My first thought was did we get a cat? Second, I hope the little destroyer had a delightful time with this game. Third, why?
I may or may not have somehow slept through my alarm blaring going off for an hour Friday morning. It's set for 7:30 and I finally heard it at 8:25. School starts at 8:45. Not only that but somehow I managed to overdue my hip flexor in the pool yesterday. Seriously I only egg beatered a little bit. So smelling like bengay, I could hardly get myself out of the bed. Literally, had to pick my leg up and set it on the ground and pick it up again to start walking. Not good news when you've got to run around like a mad banshee to get kids fed, one up from bed, dressed, lunch fixed, hair combed and in the car in 20 minutes. Wait, did I forget to mention get myself dressed too? Yah, there's that. Got my oldest to school about 8:47 and ran him into the school. Drove to drop the other at preschool only to find out that he didn't make it with shoes. Drove back home, got shoes and got him back in time. Not my ideal picture of how mornings before school should go.
I may or may not have a fat lip from putting my hair in a bun yesterday. I used my teeth to stretch out a tiny hair band and it smacked and cut open my lip. I may or may not have orange gatorade in my still pretty new washer. I was getting the kids ready for soccer practice and as usual they were not listening or going about their tasks. I was making gatorade and my husband came in the door from work. Out of the corner of my eye I just saw a man, my instinct was to hurl the large can of gatorade straight at his head. It was only mid throw that I realized it was my husband. I wasn't too worried since he is a goalkeeper and I knew his training would keep him safe from being decapitated by a can of gatorade. Fight or flight at its finest. The gatorade was vacuumed out (by the scared and confused husband) and then the clean cycle run, but I've still got orange gatorade running through my washer.
I did apologize and our marriage is in tact.
This first week of school has not been my finest hour.
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