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 checked out a video about art ideas and after watching it my little raided the recycling can for building materials. My kitchen floor is completely covered with materials needing to be repurposed. Yesterday I was met with yells of frustration that his diy flashlight wasn't working and he did everything Ready, Jet, Go did. He helped himself to a 9 volt battery, screw, light bulb, and the wire dug out of the yard from the previous owners' electric dog fence. Life with an engineer should be one of my life hashtags. 

I may or may not have told my husband about a coffee table in our neighborhood offered up for $50. I said well and then there's fixing it to my liking. He said no. I said okay. That was two weeks ago. Today it came up again for FREE. I said yes! And btw husband you have to drive into town to get it cause they moved. But I got it for free! 

I may or may not have cut onions in a bowl in my littles' room. Pretty hokie, but it clears the sinuses well and now we are all sleeping through the night without little interruptions. I totally recommend onions in your room. 

I may or may not have decided to buy birthstone necklaces for my nieces for Christmas. They are found at Fred Meyer. Two of my nieces are born in April. I was only able to get one April so we crossed town to a second Fred Meyer. It was out of April too. April's apparently like this necklace, all the others could be found. Time to try the third store. 

I may or may not have been reminded by my little that his tennis shoes were too small after we completed a four mile mountain climb. Parenting award goes to me this week.  He didn't complain once on the hike - thata kid! We immediately remedied the situation and found out his shoes were two sizes too small. He went from a 2 to a 4. In multiple brands - since sizing isn't always consistent, I found him a pair of crocs for a buck fifty that are a size 1-3 and are huge on him. But back to his monster feet. I didn't wear a 4 until I was in 6th grade. He's in 3rd. 

I may or may not have received a severely bruised pinkie toe from those clodhoppers. My littles cannot walk properly. Always in weaving lines and needing to cut off unwitting adults behind them. My sandaled toe was the latest casualty of the inattentive walking. 

I may or may not have been grating Dr Bonner's Lavender Soap for the laundry when my thumb joint decided to join the soap. It took with it most of the layers of skin and I couldn't get it to clot for over an hour. My husband went to Rite Aid to get liquid bandage. He put a layer on my open wound. I screamed and then tried to break my teeth through grimacing. And cried real tears of pain. Later he offered a second layer, I acquiesced thinking it was already sealed. It wasn't and I screamed again but not for as long. When he offered a third time, I told him I would hurt him where it counts if he tries again. He didn't. Smart man cause I really didn't want to do that. 

I may or may not have watched a hair tutorial and the question begs whether or not it's cheating to have hair extensions. Inquiring minds want to know. 

As reported on Facebook, the magazine commited suicide in my washing machine with my husband's clothes. I spent two hours with a fabric eater to get the paper off the clothes. I got through five articles of clothes with fair success. Five in two hours. The entire load was ruined leaving me scrambling to figure out what to do. Call it a loss when we can't afford to have the loss or spend another half day attempting to remove the washed paper bits and hope the leftovers don't attack the next load of laundry it's washed with. What would you do?

I may or may not have granted my little permission to take a picture of a flower in our yard. Three minutes later he gave my phone back with 112 pictures taken and a storage issue.