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 been really too excited for our bonafied  heat wave of 28* at the start of the week because I didn't have to wear flannel lined pants to be warm. But the cold was replaced with rain so please bring back the arctic air.

I may or may not have allowed my little to wear a shirt and sleep in the same shirt for three consecutive school days without washing it or my little. The second day was sheer laziness on my end but the rest was him.  My saying I have for my sigficant other is "Who's the adult?" Yeah me, I certainly didn't actually act like it. Didn't smell, have mud, food or art stains = good to go.

I may or may not have needed to make an emergency trip to the eye dr because one little left his glasses on the ground, like normal even though we've been yelling at him for the last almost year about this perilous behavior, and the other little stepped on them on purpose breaking them beyond repair. I did consider foregoing the dr and duct taping them but that was a fleeting thought of miserly meanness. We drove into town and have temporary frames with his lens to borrow until his new frames come in. Though the color of the frames is a horrid brown which makes us appreciate his blue frames all the more. Luck of all luck, we just made the warranty by weeks! This is great for our pocketbook, but my littles get off with a see that's not a big deal that we destroyed on purpose. 

While at the eye dr, I let the other little try on frames for fun informing him he had a few years to go til he needed them. The very next day I received a phone call from the school nurse informing me that little failed his eye test that day, twice. 

I may or may not have asked my husband to leave work and come pump my gas. He has a system with the credit cards and I can never remember what card for what. Also, I've only needed gas twice while by myself in the three plus years I've lived in the land of being required to pump my own gas. Oregon has ruined me. 
It was the end of the day and he was supposed to meet us at the eye dr that was over way faster than expected, less than ten minutes. He was happy to come. I was there with the wrong card getting ready to swipe when he arrived and I had already forgotten to pop the tank. 

I may or may not have been excited to show my little a documentary on Netflix about the Hindenburg because he just finished the What Was the Hindenburg and I thought it would bring it even more alive. I spent the morning in tears. It certainly did bring it alive. Maybe too alive.