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...
"Behind every great kid is a Mom who's pretty sure she's screwing it all up."
I may or may not have completed the entire series of Gilmore Girls in one month and three days. I'd never seen it before and I'm glad that I didn't have to follow the show for seven years to see the whole thing. I don't think I would have lasted.
I may or may not wonder if the origins of this game "May or May Not Monday" came from the Gilmore Girls because they say "may or may not" a lot. Really, a lot.
I may or may not be holding onto a few of our Christmas card picture attempts because they look ridiculous. I still haven't decided if I should publish them for the world to see. Tripods on timers (without remotes) make for some interesting shots.
I may or may not hate school projects for toddlers. Ones such as make a poster board for your preschooler all about him and then, you must include this poem that has nothing to do with him. I may or may not have thrown a huge fit about getting it completed. Technology was against me. And, yes, I waited until the night before to get it done.
I may or may not have forgotten all about the last soccer practice of the season because my head was full of taking Christmas card pictures with the beautiful weather. The upside? We did get one shot that made the cut for our Christmas card. And I got them ordered.
I may or may not have been on a hunt for socks for the boys now that summer weather has finally gone for the year. I finally found some at the third store. The other two stores were sold out of their size. Within 30 minutes of them being on a little's foot, a hole was formed. A hole! Sheesh.
I may or may not have purchased rosehip oil at Fred Meyer (same place I got the socks) and while putting groceries away, placed the oil on the counter. I turned away and within a half second (probably not quite that quick) it managed to roll off the counter and shatter on the floor. I called for backup (the dutiful and helpful husband) and said quick get the leftover oil on your face so that it's not a complete waste. The dutiful and helpful husband thought it was too chancy and would end up rubbing glass over his face instead. I took that chance and came out without glass embedded in my face. Phew.
I may or may not feel like I have lost hours off my day instead of just one because of the sun setting so stinking early. Gone are my evening walks because it's dark by 5:30. My sanity has taken a hit from this silliness with our clocks. A sense of panic sets in because it feels like I should be picking up my kid or dropping off somewhere, but no there's a whole other hour to get through. There needs to be a movement to end daylight savings time. Let's just stay sprung forward.
I may or may not wonder if the origins of this game "May or May Not Monday" came from the Gilmore Girls because they say "may or may not" a lot. Really, a lot.
I may or may not be holding onto a few of our Christmas card picture attempts because they look ridiculous. I still haven't decided if I should publish them for the world to see. Tripods on timers (without remotes) make for some interesting shots.
I may or may not hate school projects for toddlers. Ones such as make a poster board for your preschooler all about him and then, you must include this poem that has nothing to do with him. I may or may not have thrown a huge fit about getting it completed. Technology was against me. And, yes, I waited until the night before to get it done.
I may or may not have forgotten all about the last soccer practice of the season because my head was full of taking Christmas card pictures with the beautiful weather. The upside? We did get one shot that made the cut for our Christmas card. And I got them ordered.
I may or may not have been on a hunt for socks for the boys now that summer weather has finally gone for the year. I finally found some at the third store. The other two stores were sold out of their size. Within 30 minutes of them being on a little's foot, a hole was formed. A hole! Sheesh.
I may or may not have purchased rosehip oil at Fred Meyer (same place I got the socks) and while putting groceries away, placed the oil on the counter. I turned away and within a half second (probably not quite that quick) it managed to roll off the counter and shatter on the floor. I called for backup (the dutiful and helpful husband) and said quick get the leftover oil on your face so that it's not a complete waste. The dutiful and helpful husband thought it was too chancy and would end up rubbing glass over his face instead. I took that chance and came out without glass embedded in my face. Phew.
I may or may not feel like I have lost hours off my day instead of just one because of the sun setting so stinking early. Gone are my evening walks because it's dark by 5:30. My sanity has taken a hit from this silliness with our clocks. A sense of panic sets in because it feels like I should be picking up my kid or dropping off somewhere, but no there's a whole other hour to get through. There needs to be a movement to end daylight savings time. Let's just stay sprung forward.
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| On our recent trip through the frontier of Idaho (yes, Idaho has regions classified as frontier), this was the highlight of one town of which the name presently escapes me. Sure makes you want to pick up and move there. |
I agree with the time change! I can't find a good middle ground between satisfying the hungry little ones and letting the older ones stay outside until it gets dark.
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