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 be feeling sorry for myself mostly because I'm exhausted. I hoped for the best having to re enter the world today after two weeks of relaxation. My littles were so anxiously anticipating starting school they greeted the day at 4:30am. Not the best way to start our week. I'm sneaking in a nap after I finish this if I play my cards right. 

I may or may not have decided to add ground beef to my littles mac and cheese as an ode to Hamburger Helper. They were not happy I ruined their mac and cheese. The beef was amazing with oregano, garlic, salt, and pepper. That amazingness was the very reason the littles deemed it inedible. 

I may or may not have decided that the great beauty Grace Kelly was just that, a great beauty. After watching Dial M for Murder, which my husband loved just a little too much which makes me question the quality of my wifeness, I'm not convinced this movie showed off her acting prowess. Note I've never seen any other of her performances and do not intend to sound critical.

I may or may not have told the littles that daddy and mommie were declaring war on their toys in the playroom. The reaction was the opposite of what I expected - delight. The first battle: operation take apart all the Legos and kenex. This operation employed all four of us and lasted two hours. Every single Lego and kenex had been used over the course of the last few months. Creations didn't have to be cleaned up so it was better to create than clean. But they were out of pieces to build and it was time to clean the slate. As the general, I sacrificially took the kenex and my hands are worse for wear, raw and cut. 

I may or may not have giant deep bruises up and down the inside of my legs due to my being an amazing mother and repeatedly taking my boys down the sled run on our neighborhood hill. The second sledding day was quite icy and we opted to take runs through the brush to save our bottoms. I don't think I've ever experienced tumble weeds smacking me in the face. Somehow they only hit me and not the littles. I've never been so bruised in my life because I re bruised my existing ones the second time.