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 woken up after fitful sleep with a painfully sore throat and been unable to speak on Monday. I used a pen and paper to communicate. I am grateful that my little is a ridiculously advanced reader and had no problem with this method.
I may or may not have found out on Monday afternoon that on Thursday my little is supposed to perform his Christmas concert in "western" attire. We don't have one item that will fit that bill. Nor a child that wants anything to do with that nonsense.
I may or may not have spent the next day completely in bed. I only got up to use the bathroom. I didn't even realize this until my husband announced that it was 7:15pm and I had not been downstairs once. I smiled at that particularly because I had not noticed. You can see why I was on bed rest. It took two days of silence to get my voice back. Not back to normal, sick scratchy voice.
I may or may not have also realized bed rest is plush these days compared to a decade ago when I spent six weeks on bed rest unable to get myself out of bed. Gone are the days of no internet, phones being of no use except to make phone calls and tv on demand! Back then I had to rough it with books to keep me company for the 12 hours a day I was by myself. Books I would get to the end of and just start at the beginning again because I did not have access to more ( they were not in arms reach). I may or may not have been glad this time was just one day,
I may or may not become a crazy person after I give my littles hair cuts. Too much pressure for me. Heads not staying still for more than five seconds, scissors being dull but I can't take a break to sharpen them less little one thinks the hair cut is over and refuse to cooperate some more. I think I can safely rule out hair stylist as a career move, my anxiety over results and customer satisfaction would ruin me.
I may or may not have fed my littles mac & cheese and broccoli for most dinners of the week for just about the last four weeks. We are packing the dairy in now because come allergy season dairy won't be on the menu.
I may or may not have been informed by my rock hound that he really, really wants coal for Christmas! I lost the Mother of the Year award when I told him I was not going to get it because it is really dirty. Seriously what's wrong with me?
I may or may not not blink an eye when we see policemen and cowboys in our neighborhood to round up a rodeo horse on the run. That kind of stuff is run of the mill here in Mayberry.
I may or may not have had to explain to a young cashier with a disgusted look, why the butter package was opened. Yes, my child decided to open it up and eat it. Explain that nonchalant and with a smile. Is it really reasonable to think that I could and would have anticipated my little deciding to help himself to eating butter while in the shopping cart?
I may or may not have spent the next day completely in bed. I only got up to use the bathroom. I didn't even realize this until my husband announced that it was 7:15pm and I had not been downstairs once. I smiled at that particularly because I had not noticed. You can see why I was on bed rest. It took two days of silence to get my voice back. Not back to normal, sick scratchy voice.
I may or may not have also realized bed rest is plush these days compared to a decade ago when I spent six weeks on bed rest unable to get myself out of bed. Gone are the days of no internet, phones being of no use except to make phone calls and tv on demand! Back then I had to rough it with books to keep me company for the 12 hours a day I was by myself. Books I would get to the end of and just start at the beginning again because I did not have access to more ( they were not in arms reach). I may or may not have been glad this time was just one day,
I may or may not become a crazy person after I give my littles hair cuts. Too much pressure for me. Heads not staying still for more than five seconds, scissors being dull but I can't take a break to sharpen them less little one thinks the hair cut is over and refuse to cooperate some more. I think I can safely rule out hair stylist as a career move, my anxiety over results and customer satisfaction would ruin me.
I may or may not have fed my littles mac & cheese and broccoli for most dinners of the week for just about the last four weeks. We are packing the dairy in now because come allergy season dairy won't be on the menu.
I may or may not have been informed by my rock hound that he really, really wants coal for Christmas! I lost the Mother of the Year award when I told him I was not going to get it because it is really dirty. Seriously what's wrong with me?
I may or may not not blink an eye when we see policemen and cowboys in our neighborhood to round up a rodeo horse on the run. That kind of stuff is run of the mill here in Mayberry.
I may or may not have had to explain to a young cashier with a disgusted look, why the butter package was opened. Yes, my child decided to open it up and eat it. Explain that nonchalant and with a smile. Is it really reasonable to think that I could and would have anticipated my little deciding to help himself to eating butter while in the shopping cart?
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