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 been seeing all these spring forward memes on Facebook and just being like haha suckers! We never even switched welcome back to our time! Whoo!

I may or may not heard out of my littles' mouth while on a playground toy " this is fun! Just like a motorcycle!" When I inwardly begged to never let those words ring true for either of my littles. No death traps please. 

I may or may not have already dropped a few plants in the ground the moment it thawed out enough and soaked in the flood of water. The snow destroyed a few on our front plants and Walmart had every day low prices. The front no longer looks sad and a few bulbs are starting to break through the ground so sunshine and happy weather are in sight. 

My littles may or may not have declared it 80* and far too hot out at 60*. They busted out shorts for most of this week. Tomorrow I may join them if we do hit the forecasted 72*.

I may or may not have tried a cranioscaral therapy session this week and found the results quality of life changing. As in I wake up alert and clear headed which I've been without a clear head for at least twelve years since my big bout of loss of health. I just can't remember how I felt before that in college but can reliably say I've never been labeled a morning person by anyone around me in the mornings. So for the last few days I've been able to pop out of bed alert and awake. Plus my whole passing out when changing positions every single time hasn't happened once.  May this be forever (said Sandlot style). 

I may or may not have gotten stabbed in the neck by a broken metal limb of an umbrella. My little walked towards me not realizing the new circumference and straight into my neck it went. It was quite a gusher and still hurts a bit when I forget and stretch my neck, which is often. So you will know me by the one with the square bandaid on the left side of my neck. 

I may or may not have decided to use a shampoo I bought that dries out my hair as a body soap and now one of my littles has a rash down his backside that doesn't itch. It's either that or my new replacement shampoo that I'm using on them because I keep forgetting theirs at Walmart. I'm hoping the rash is from the soaps and not a by product of the virus my little is fighting. 

I may or may not have the coolest littles who love to watch documentaries. This week was Ken Burn's The Dust Bowl. Man is that time period ever convicting about living with excess. Here kids, here's your new clothes made out of the flour sakes. How kind of the companies to print flower patterns on the material so you can have something special. 

This week our light bulbs all decided they could no longer shine light in our world. Well four of them anyway. I may or may not get unreasonably irritated that it all goes at once. One, okay not too much trouble. But four! I'm way put out. 


I may or may not have been shaking the wrinkles out of a sweatshirt to line dry it when the string smacked me right in between my eyebrows. It hurt so bad I started crying huge tears that my husband had never seen me cry ever. There was a bruised welt immediately. You see when I'm in pain I get stone cold quiet and internalize all the pain. This must have just struck close enough to my eyes to elicit such a dramatic response. I mean I cried for minutes not seconds, even while icing. Not only is laundry a never ending headache, it's dangerous and can cause em too. 

That's all for this week. Come back next week folks. ❤️