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 been shocked and awed by our little group of homeschoolers in our hood. They were tasked with oral presentations on the topic of their choosing. Seven kids ranging from 4th to 1st grade got up in front of a crowd of adults and kids and spoke with confidence, authority, and eloquence. Poems of ladybugs and snowballs, rocketry physics, magic tricks, short films, petrified wood, and a beef stew how to demonstration. They did a better job than most adults. I'm still impressed and proud of those little people. And I'm most impressed that my littles' dad was available to make it in the middle of the day to see I wasn't exaggerating on their oral prowess.
I may or may not have slipped ungracefully on the ice skating rink parking lot at the library. Legs both under the car arms full strength grabbing the door to pull myself upright. So naturally I deemed it wise to carry a stack of 15 books in my arms back to my car from the library in one trip. Did I trip? Nah, I lunged. While fully balancing the books, banging my knee on the ice; managing to get myself upright and to the car. I spent the next three days in crazy pain and in need of a chiropractor. I'm in my young thirties and yet have an old ladies body.
I may or may not have decided to treat the littles to fancy cheese. We selected a Gouda from Blarney County, Ireland where the cows are truly happy from the greenest grass a cow can eat. That happiness cost me $7 for a small square block. And has ruined their cheese palates forever. For they want no other cheese than Blarney cheese.
I may or may not have been airing out a box full of craft supplies that helped catch the lake that leaked through our ceiling two weeks ago. I would have happily rehomed it to the trash. But a successful protest with puppy dog eyes had them drying on my counter for four days. They are "usable" again.
I may or may not be unable to close our garage door without pushing the door at the bottom in towards the garage. I do this while slipping on the ice that won't melt on our driveway from lack of sunshine. Why doesn't my garage door shut normally? Oh you know the driveway has risen three inches. After the winter, we have quite a insurance claim to file on the damage done. Though there are plenty of others with far worse damage.
The lot across the street has been empty for long before we moved in four and some change years ago. The frame of the one story house that's as tall as my two story house has blocked our view of the entire valley. My soul may or may not be crushed by losing this view. I walked to it every time I was feeling unbalanced. I need a new calming method. The builders had a massive fire going on Friday as usual but the winds were strong and blowing it straight into my house. Smoke affects me greatly from my heart condition and I was one angry girl. My husband called and they calmed it down but it still took all day to cycle it out of my house. I'm really trying not to have a grumpy heart about the loss of my view and my kids being disturbed early early in the morning. I'm trying really hard.
I may or may not have started adding beets to my daily smoothie. Beets taste like dirt. But oh they make me feel wonderful since they are loaded with tons of minerals. One little loves it. The other said no thanks after a sip and I bribed him telling him I'd buy him anything he wants he if drinks every smoothie I ever put in front of him. It was gone in a minute with a smile. Thankfully he's a reasonable kid and wants something from the dollar section at Target. I may or may not have found out that beets are very high in sugar and it was the opposite of what I needed when my blood sugar was crashing.
I may or may not have informed my kid that the beach body commercials were lying about weight loss. He thought it was amazing that someone had lost 40lbs. I later realized that does seem like a huge amount to him since it's almost his entire body.
The cheese struggle is real...
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