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 needed 10 paper towel rolls to make quivers for my littles archery bday party. We don't go through enough rolls to accumulate that many and my little engineer would never suffer a stash of building materials going unused. I bought the cheapest pack at Walmart and unwound ten rolls of paper towels in my living room late one night. The next morning the littles built a nest out of the enormous  amount of paper towels and did their school work in it. After they claimed it, it became war against me taking it out of my living room. So I waged a stealth attack and began using the paper towels bit by bit. One little helped out by causing a minor flood in our kitchen. Now a week and a half later, it's almost gone. They've even started using them too. 

I may or may not have gotten my husband to commit to helping me clean the garage this weekend. Though his idea and mine were not quite in sync when I was met with protest to taking everything out, cleaning, and putting it back in. He was met with, well what else could I have meant by cleaning the garage? While we were busy, the littles grabbed the mixer set out of one of the boxes from my Gram's house I inherited. They plugged it in and got to work delighting themselves mixing water. Harmless enough until they added sand from their play yard and started flinging mud. I've yet to check if the mixer still lives from their mud pies. They even built an oven out of more boxes from my Gram to cook their pie. 

I may or may not have emptied a few of the boxes from my Gram and set the stuff in my laundry room that's connected to the garage to put it away later. It's later and it's all still booby trapping the room and doors. If you haven't pieced it together yet, my garage is the cleanest part of my house. I've not managed to put laundry away since school started but once. It's sitting in my room folded in stacked piles. It makes my husband crazy. I see it in the morning getting out of bed and at night going to bed. Neither time is conducive to putting laundry away. Out of sight, out of mind. Homeschooling has really taken the down time for chores away. And really if I found the laundry to be a problem, I would make it a priority. If you've been along this Monday ride for the last almost three years or is it four? I'll have to check later. You'd know that it is not a priority for me. 

I may or may not have scored a petite hutch for free in our neighborhood. Our community is always swapping or selling stuff for reasonable deals. My husband doesn't even question anymore when I give him an address and say go get this please. We went to Home Depot and bought a light gray chalk paint. I'd never used the stuff before and was very pleased with its ease. The hutch was a mix of dark teal and wood stain. We spent a couple hours painting the hutch in our backyard. Every time I paint, it rains. Without fail. There was zero percent chance that day and it rained. We live in a mountain desert and avg 12 inches a year. But dare I bring out paint and a brush, rain it must. 

I may or may not have had a spider in the shower with me and I didn't see it on the floor until I was done and drying off. Always pleasant. 

I may or may not have found a black widow and six egg sacs with it while cleaning out the garage. I threw it all in the trash. Where I hope it stays until Friday when it's trash day. I found ten more of those sacs under our bike carrier. 

I may or may not have left the stove on low with my cast iron skillet on it. I didn't discover this until we came home from being gone for 2.5 hours. 

I may or may not have 30 tabs on my phone open for things to explore or deal with for homeschooling. 

I may or may not have been working on gaining muscle since my surgery. My pants I bought last year for the next size up are now too tight in my seat and legs. I keep reading articles about gaining muscle making you smaller. It's a load folks. A load.  I'm never going to win this pants war. Though I'm feeling much stronger with the muscle, so that's a win.  I was looking for new rain boots because my 7 year old ones kicked the bucket. My calves are 15 " round. The boots I found on sale had 14.6" shafts. Who are the manufacturers making these clothes for anyway? Stick people? I need to move to a shorts year round place. 

I may or may not think the weather forecasters are frauds. I will never understand how it can be 60.1* with 30mph winds from the nw and have a feels like 60.1*.  They are liars. If no wind I could be in shorts not a coat.

My sweet husband may or may not have signed up to cut our new neighbors' yard until the freeze comes because he saw it as an easy way to make a little extra cash without it cutting into family time. And yes those few extra dollars are needed. Has anyone else noticed their food bill more than doubling in the last five years? I'm loving having u pick farms across the street and one in our hood. It's made August/September my favorite because of the fresh food! We picked 10lbs of organic raspberries last Monday evening for $10. Raspberries are a slice of heaven. I've been making crockpot applesauce with our free apples from our community orchard. It tastes like apple pie filling. No sugar added. My secret dream is to be a farmer when I grow up.