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 worked my tail off for the last year finding orange clothing so I won't have to fight with my littlest about getting dressed because he would only wear orange, only to be told this week that his new favorite color is purple. And now only purple will do.
I may or may not have worn the same shirt, my new Kartchner Caverns t-shirt, four days in a row. I probably would have continued to wear it for many more days if the husband person hadn't poked fun at me. I think I was just trying to hang on to our vacation days and not join back in reality.
I may or may not have worn the same color combo: white, black and camel for the next four days. All different outfits, but that was my mood.
I may or may not have gone to Target to get wrapping paper and come home with 11 rolls. I think I'm set for many Christmases to come.
I may or may not have just looked at our National Geographic globe that sits on our desk right next to our mac and realized that there is sticking hand prints and food stuck right in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. First thought: at least the explorers are learning. Second thought: geez, how long has that been there? Probably awhile.
I may or may not have spilled a can of olive juice all over the front of my shirt minutes before needing to have my littles at the STEAM club at the library. I sat in the library with wet olive juice shirt and thought, well after seven years I have just given in to this fact of mothering and won't let this get in my way of having a good time. And it didn't.
STEAM is science, technology, engineering, art and mathematics.
I may or may not have decided that we were going on a long walk in the dark last night because I haven't been able to get exercise outside this week. And because I didn't want to get all sweaty and ruin my curls in the little gym in our neighborhood. We were out for two hours and for the last mile and a half that we hoofed it home, we got caught in a downpour with no hoods. I did check the weather before we left and it assured that no rain was in the forecast. The rain stopped while I was drying my hair. Next time I'll just get sweaty.
I may or may not have gone to Target to get wrapping paper and come home with 11 rolls. I think I'm set for many Christmases to come.
I may or may not have just looked at our National Geographic globe that sits on our desk right next to our mac and realized that there is sticking hand prints and food stuck right in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. First thought: at least the explorers are learning. Second thought: geez, how long has that been there? Probably awhile.
I may or may not have spilled a can of olive juice all over the front of my shirt minutes before needing to have my littles at the STEAM club at the library. I sat in the library with wet olive juice shirt and thought, well after seven years I have just given in to this fact of mothering and won't let this get in my way of having a good time. And it didn't.
STEAM is science, technology, engineering, art and mathematics.
I may or may not have decided that we were going on a long walk in the dark last night because I haven't been able to get exercise outside this week. And because I didn't want to get all sweaty and ruin my curls in the little gym in our neighborhood. We were out for two hours and for the last mile and a half that we hoofed it home, we got caught in a downpour with no hoods. I did check the weather before we left and it assured that no rain was in the forecast. The rain stopped while I was drying my hair. Next time I'll just get sweaty.
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| Hair so wet that it was like standing in the shower rinsing out hair. Bye bye pretty curls. Water was literally dripping down my face. |
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| Hair a normal amount of wet -- after actively towel drying for five minutes. |
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