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 had a minor and short panic attack that I missed an interstate connection and thought I would continue driving in the middle of nowhere, where there are no exits or gas stations or existence of life for hours and just eventually end up in Montana; just me and the littles. This has caused me to finally decide that it's time for me to use my upgrade and get a smart phone.
I may or may not have forgotten to bring swimsuits for the three of us that were going to be hanging out in a hotel for the day. I did manage to bring the daddy person's suit.
I may or may not have left all my plans for the day at the hotel on the internet (i.e. I didn't print them out). Only to find out that the internet is down in this tiny little western town.
It didn't matter any way, because our tire pressure light turned on the moment we pulled into the hotel the night before -- meaning we may or may not have two flat tires.
And without internet, I couldn't determine how to solve my problem or chance taking the kids to any of those places I mapped out on the internet.
I may or may not have been grateful that we checked out 8 dvds from the library and that we did have access to PBS.
I, also, may or may not be grateful that my littles are into digging around in dirt these days. That is exactly what they did for an hour after we took laps around the hotel parking lot in our winter gear.
I may or may not be grateful that I am a lunatic about food and brought enough to feed us for days. So we didn't starve to death during our hotel day.
Our hotel day may or may not have been on Tuesday. That leaves a whole lot of the rest of the week for more series of unfortunate events.
I may or may not be reading a conspiracy book about the top ten biggest conspiracies in American History. I may or may not have read about Area 51 the morning we started our drive through the middle of no where home. We came across a secure laboratory on that journey home. I made sure we stopped to read the warning sign to see if they too had the authority to use deadly force. Disappointingly, they did not. Though for the next hour we spent driving our detour around the compound, our imaginations were running wild.
I may or may not have just said the words "You come down here and eat the pumpkin cookies or I won't give you any dinner!" to my pickiest little eater. Who after even more coercion, ended up finding them delicious and eating six cookies. So he got dinner :o)
I may or may not have just emphatically demanded that my geologist little not touch any of the glass in my house to test if his rock is actually jasper. Fears of windows, mirrors, glasses, tv screens, furniture ... all being his laboratory immediately crept into my mind. I already had to talk down the daddy person and the geologist from going up into the snow to search Pearl, ID for gems this morning. My argument: the actual feel here at 3,000 ft is 32* with medium winds. Pearl, ID is over 4,500 ft. It's a gonna be freezing. I told them they could only go gem hunting in the warm weather months. Lucky for them we live in the Gem state.
I may or may not have forgotten to bring swimsuits for the three of us that were going to be hanging out in a hotel for the day. I did manage to bring the daddy person's suit.
I may or may not have left all my plans for the day at the hotel on the internet (i.e. I didn't print them out). Only to find out that the internet is down in this tiny little western town.
It didn't matter any way, because our tire pressure light turned on the moment we pulled into the hotel the night before -- meaning we may or may not have two flat tires.
And without internet, I couldn't determine how to solve my problem or chance taking the kids to any of those places I mapped out on the internet.
I may or may not have been grateful that we checked out 8 dvds from the library and that we did have access to PBS.
I, also, may or may not be grateful that my littles are into digging around in dirt these days. That is exactly what they did for an hour after we took laps around the hotel parking lot in our winter gear.
I may or may not be grateful that I am a lunatic about food and brought enough to feed us for days. So we didn't starve to death during our hotel day.
Our hotel day may or may not have been on Tuesday. That leaves a whole lot of the rest of the week for more series of unfortunate events.
I may or may not be reading a conspiracy book about the top ten biggest conspiracies in American History. I may or may not have read about Area 51 the morning we started our drive through the middle of no where home. We came across a secure laboratory on that journey home. I made sure we stopped to read the warning sign to see if they too had the authority to use deadly force. Disappointingly, they did not. Though for the next hour we spent driving our detour around the compound, our imaginations were running wild.
I may or may not have just said the words "You come down here and eat the pumpkin cookies or I won't give you any dinner!" to my pickiest little eater. Who after even more coercion, ended up finding them delicious and eating six cookies. So he got dinner :o)
I may or may not have just emphatically demanded that my geologist little not touch any of the glass in my house to test if his rock is actually jasper. Fears of windows, mirrors, glasses, tv screens, furniture ... all being his laboratory immediately crept into my mind. I already had to talk down the daddy person and the geologist from going up into the snow to search Pearl, ID for gems this morning. My argument: the actual feel here at 3,000 ft is 32* with medium winds. Pearl, ID is over 4,500 ft. It's a gonna be freezing. I told them they could only go gem hunting in the warm weather months. Lucky for them we live in the Gem state.
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