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 have taken issue with a new kid's book Nanette's Baguette. It's cool in all with its French names and silly story. The characters are frogs. Did no one catch the insult or is it on purpose? Either way it isn't cool. 

I may or may not have adopted the mentality that taxes are a fine for being successful this week when my husband calculated a 1/3 of my wages earned last week would be taken by the fed and state. And at least the majority of the state taxes go for services we don't even use. 

I may or may not have dealt with glamorous things like a clogged toilet. 

I may or may not have been completely unaware that it was Super Bowl Sunday until Saturday night. I live under a rock with all things popular culture. I will say that I never put any stock into all those whining about giving everyone a participation trophy because I thought really how could that affect character development that much. Apparently, they were on to something because it seems that everyone throws massive tantrums now when their side - sports and politics - doesn't win. Everyone signed up to play under the rules. Let's turn the outrage to things that matter. Another reason I don't have much to do with popular culture. 

I may or may not have printed pictures to frame for the first time since my youngest was very nearly three. He's seven. 

We may or may not have taken the littles to Odd Squad Live. It was a fun show. You could tell we don't do things like that much because we were completely silent on the 40 minute drive home. Too much sensory stimulation and a big crowd overwhelmed us bumpkins. 

I may or may not have just realized how quiet it has been for the last month. The weather and air has been still. Inversion, with only a handful of short sunbreaks for the entire last month. Winds blew hard last night and it seemed extra loud since it has been silent out here in the countryside for a month. Even my kid was super annoyed to have his sleep interrupted by the noisy wind. There's also no sign of the sun showing up either. Just snow and rain for the foreseeable future. Which means we have entered mud season. My least favorite of all. Give me snow or warmth, no in between. 

I may or may not have seen a weather service post relating their future cast models to the game Plinko from the Price is Right. I've seriously lost the last ounce of respect and reliability of their predictions. 

I may or may not have only read twenty books this week at story time instead of our usual 50+. My eyes are still strained and struggling from the proofreading adventure. 

I may or may not have tried on my jeans and my legs are busting through the seams. My husband measured and mine are bigger than his. I haven't been able to retain muscle since I lost it all 12 years ago when I was so very sick, bedridden for months. My secret to retention? Vital Proteins bone collagen. It's been a game changer. Especially for my heart issues, having more strength is key to a better quality of life. Since my pants are no longer cooperating, I've been living in thermals and a wool skirt or my jammies. I'm starting to wonder how many ways I can style this skirt and keep it fresh before I am repeating complete outfits. So far seven. 

I may or may not have added a 1/4 cup of castor oil to my milk and kale juice hair mask. While I was sitting with the mixture in my hair, I read all the words on the bottle which included, put 2 drops into your shampoo bottle for silky hair. Two drops, I just put a quarter cup in my hair. Baking soda and ACV couldn't touch it. I've never seen my hair so curly. The curls were so amazingly tight, it was up to my chin. My curls are usually well below my shoulders for reference. As much as I hoped I could leave the house and just let it be, my little told me nope. So researching ensued. Eggs sat in my hair. Twenty minutes of wrangling tangles that mostly got ripped from my head, got my hair back to normal. So now to beat the winter harshness to my high maintenance hair, I'm massaging a few drops into my scalp before I wash it. Castor oil is the thickest oil I've ever come across. Seriously whoa. 

It may or may not have come to my attention via a friend on fb that my husband looks like the main character in The Magicians. She wasn't kidding like doppelgänger look alike. Their hair flips the same. Same build, bone structure, skin tone. My husband said he could change his LinkedIn account and nobody could tell. I told him the floating deck of playing cards might give it away.