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 read a celebrity book (my normal reaction is eye rolling to anything celeb because really you can't discern what is true) cover to cover in two days. I only read it because Brene Brown called her a truth teller and for the most part I agree and feel more whole for reading it. 

I may or may not have kept my little home from school two days in a row because Mommie was sick and needed to sleep in. Afterwards I thought I should have asked for help from friends because the husband was out of town for work, but that would have defeated the whole point of sleeping in. 

I may or may not have reached my limit for adulting by Friday afternoon. I had nothing left to give mentally or physically. I called my husband home an hour early from his end time - if he ever actually only worked his 40 hour schedule and we had a family date to one of our favorite places, Whole Foods. Food heaven. I found this food therapy just the thing I needed. And the next day, a two hour nap is what I needed. And the next day sleeping until 11 because a kid was sick and thus, no church. One little did a gleeful dance for joy when he found out church was cancelled for us. 

I may or may not have dropped my littles off at the library Lego club and gone down the street a minute to the community gym. You see the punk kids have stopped coming and I felt comfortable leaving them there for an hour for the first time ever. I thanked the librarian for the free babysitting and then felt guilty for days because I missed out on their creations. The littles didn't miss me a bit and I was happy for the workout in the midst of single parenting and yet Mommie guilt plagued me anyway. 

I may or may not feel like a failure for not making all the holiday Pinterest desserts that barrage my feed. I most certainly would make them if anyone in my family would eat them. They won't. For example, I caved to the tradition of sugar cookies and everyone at a delicious two bites before screaming from the agonizing sugar shock. The rest went in the trash. What's the point when we can't handle the sugar? Fun traditions are just wasted on us.  So another post brought to you by the word failure. 

I may or may not rely on allergy free chocolate chips (it's not really traditional chocolate though) for a jolt of energy, I ran out on Thursday and forgot to pick them up while we were in food heaven. I may or may not, mostly may have found a lone chocolate chip on the floor. My eyes lit with excitement. I desperately grabbed it and ate it. Regretting it instantly because it tasted like mopping chemicals. It obviously had been down there for awhile, most likely under the couch.