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 spent half the week panicked about the decision to have my right ovary that for a decade has been riddled with cysts removed. It's not a sure thing. Scar tissue could develop and cause pain. Organs potentially could get nicked. The cyst could spill in my insides. The surgery may not solve the pain problem. And even though my dr. assures me that my remaining ovary will kick in and take over producing hormones exactly as needed. But online support groups tell me otherwise. And I have no interest in and cannot take synthetic hormones. Please share with me any experience you've had or know about ovary removal. 

I may or may not have an alternative theory to missing socks. Maybe not only does the washer/dryer get but also car wash vacuum cleaners. We lost one this very week to that turbo powered suction. A distraught little was in tears over it until I reminded that I bought 18 pairs of the same kind of sock and we will survive. I've yet to regret that sock decision. 

I may or may not have a little who loves to craft. This week bright color feathers were cut into tiny pieces and have a tendency to float like cat tails or cottonwood trees' cotton. No matter that I've swept ten times since then, I'm still finding neon feathers everywhere in the bottom half of my house. There is a moratorium on cutting feathers in this house. I will expect you to remember that rule while visiting my house. 

Our four day weekend was high jacked by high fevered puking kids. Apparently it's going around. We went to ZamZows last week and purchased prim roses and rosemary to receive free tickets to the local university's men's basketball game Saturday. My husband grew up going to those games with his g-pa and wants to continue the tradition. We will have to try again next year and hope ZamZows does the free ticket deal again. 

I may or may not have been bummed about missing church because I was looking forward to the warmer weather allowing me to wear my new who what wear skirt. I keep saying to myself, you do know you can wear church clothes during the week too. But when the week comes it just seems impractical. Too hard to manage littles and a household in. Maybe I need to force myself into a test run to see if my fears of ruining my church clothes are still reason to save them for church. 

I may or may not have taken advantage of the sickies being plastered to the couch and needing nothing from me by taking an extremely long bath. In which I started and finished a book. That long. It was lovely. The book was fun too. 

We may or may not have been talking about axes when Grand Dad visited. My little chimes in, "Yes, they are useful for chopping people in half." Grand Dad shocked and amused, " Well what about chopping up wood?" Little: "Yes, it's useful for that too." Me very quietly to Grand Dad, " We've been watching Pirates of the Caribbean. Their first use has been for chopping people in half. Don't worry Grand Dad."