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 decided to nickname my little "Cannon" since he's picked up saying "boom" from school. Said little doesn't think I'm funny. He is not pleased. 

I may or may not have sorted out the too small clothes from the littles. Normally organizing and purging is my zen place, but not with the littles clothes. It's emotional. It's more than just clothes. It's memories. Both the boys are wearing the same size. One is almost to the next size and the other just entered it - pretty much jumping through a size in a semester. My older one hung out in that size for over a year. Now two giant flex garbage bags stuffed with size 4 & 5 boys clothes are hanging out in the garage waiting to be donated. It may be there awhile. Probably. Most definitely.

I may or may not be glad I don't have a blood clotting disorder, but the six days I spent mostly on the couch from giving so much blood wasn't my favorite. Follow that with yet another ovarian cyst bursting landing back on the couch days later, makes me sad. An echocardiogram is next on the splinter hemorrhage diagnosis journey. 

I may or may not struggle to understand having half days for already half day kindergarten. Doesn't that make it a quarter day?

I may or may not find it amusing when my military culture references go over my husband's head. Feeling nostalgic and wanting a laugh, I turned on Major Dad. I laughed hard when the major walked into a girls slumber party and they screamed because they were wearing green face masks. He said, " Whatcha doing? Night Recon?" My husband just stared at me and so explained. Face paint is not just for Halloween but for any time of the year and perfectly normal to see your parent wearing. And having grenades at your house and in your dad's office. Perfectly normal childhood.