May or May Not Monday

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 waited until the two hours before we drove up to McCall, Idaho to pack. Now to justify my behavior. We were not sure if the roads were going to be safe enough. There was ice the entire way up the windy narrow should be guard rails but aren't mountain road. It was slow going but fine. Things like celebrating Christmas Eve and morning take priority. 

I may or may not have only driven that road twice and both in blizzard conditions: 24 inches of snow in 24 hours. Great for winter sports, not great for driving. 

I may or may not have once again neglected to remember shaving my legs before the trip and this time just said forget it, I'm swimming and hot tubbing with my family anyway. Not my finest moment considering the last time shaving was a month ago in Arizona. 

I may or may not be proud that in all of my littlest littles ice skating shenanigans of trying his hardest to crack his head open, I managed to keep him uninjured and still liking ice skating. I only have one blade puncture in my shin and very sore muscles. 

I may or may not have decided that in the very far retired future to spend my winters in the snowy Idaho mountains and the rest of the year in Sedona. 

I may or may not have forgotten the littles toothbrushes and paste. The perils of packing just before leaving. We bought brushes and decided they could use ours. I have never heard such screaming from them when we brushed their teeth. Apparently our toothpaste burns compared to their Toms strawberry tasty paste. 

We may or may not have stopped in Cascade to take a potty break. The boys went inside the Chevron while I waited in the car. A car was filling up with gas while the owners were inside. The pump never clicked off and a waterfall of gas began spilling out down the car and into the snow. As I was processing what was happening and weighing my choices, a man came out of the store saw what was going on, ran to his subi and drove off in a panic with his door open. I was deciding that if the car blew up I would rather us all be together than me die in the car or them in store. Just as I was getting out of the car, the boys came out and I told my husband we needed to leave immediately.  The owners came out of the store and one of them realized what was happening and shut the pump off. This all happened in probably one minute timeframe. We drove off in tact. I'm realizing now that it never occurred to me to turn off the gas pump. Family preservation was only on my mind. Apparently, I'm no hero. 

I may or may not have taken the littles to the library showing of Polar Express. Only to find out that this is a scary Christmas story. My littlest had nightmares for two nights even though I tried to keep him from watching while the oldest enjoyed it.