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 given my little a concussion with a basketball to the nose. While we are grateful it isn't broken, his brain is injured. And that's a big deal. My last five days have been spent trying to keep an active little who prefers to run instead of walk, calm and quiet. Coloring with sidewalk chalk hurt his head too much; walking to get somewhere ended with falling to the ground; tv hurt his head. Listening to Peter Nimble and His Fantastic Eyes on Audible was perfect for him. I've so much guilt that I thought nothing about dropping $22 on the sequel for him when we finished the story last night. My darling husband told me last night we are able to send Peter Nimble on Audible to someone for free. So who wants it? Not suitable for below Kindergarten. Even then I'd really say 7 & up if sensitive. It's an adventure story which are my littles' favorite. 

I may or may not have inadvertently taken two weeks off this weekly update. First week, I was in too much pain to walk or put the energy to peck this out on my phone. I needed new insoles in my shoes and my body quit working until I was kinder to it. The following week was Memorial Day and it's a day of remembering for me as a Army brat. I know these wars we are fighting are far away and out of sight, but they have touched my life, my family, and fellow Army friends and family. We have all lost in the last 16 years. 

I may or may not have been hanging out on our back porch yesterday afternoon listening to Peter Nimble and enjoying the warm, not hot weather with my family when out of no where 50 mph winds started gusting everything and one away. It continued to blow without letting up for 3 1/2 hours. After securing things down, we stood out of the way of trees that could fall and enjoyed the spectacle. The howling wind knocked over a little, blew me off my feet, and kept trying to rip my shirt off. Eventually, we got too cold, the wind dropped it 30* and we went inside and were forced to do chores like laundry. I rinsed my hair in the sink and a huge amount of dirt and debris came out. I had to rinse twice because some wanted to stay behind in my curls for good. Curly hair problem number 409865422. None of my straight haired family members had a problem of dirt in the hair at all. 

I may or may not have chuckled when my little said, "I sure hope he isn't homeless" when referring to a shirtless man checking out a fancy house in the Parade of Homes. I assured him, he wasn't homeless just really proud of his ripped muscles and probably working on his tan in the heat. 

I may or may not have been yelled for to identify the first snake in our yard. It went under the air conditioner before I could lift the underbelly to see if it was rattler or bull. Rattlers take awhile to get their rattlers 👎 And bulls will mimic rattlers in sound and puff up their cheeks. 👎 Jerks. I told my darling husband the new rule is just get rid of all snakes. We have plenty and I'm tired of it. My dryer vent is right next to the air conditioner and now I'm terrified of meeting that snake in my dryer. 

A man was hit by a car on our hilly, country road this week. He got out of his car to save a snake in the road. He is in critical condition. For a snake. I may or may not have just thought, who puts their life in jeopardy for a snake!?!

I may or may not have been so excited that my darling husband was present to see my superior gas mileage skills when it showed my 18 gallon tank was getting 570 miles out of it on our trip to the mountains. The best we'd seen before was 500 and I have no idea how I managed the extra 70. We live in the foothills at 3,000 ft and all our trips are through hills in our Subi Outback. 

We may or may not have had a coyote mark our yard this week and my reaction was ah hell no! This is my house, not your territory and I don't share. 

I may or may not have ruined a load of My darling husband's work clothes by failing to remove my blue swim cap to air dry. Or remember to warn my darling husband it was in their when I asked him to switch the load so I could go to bed early. It would have required me remembering it was in there in the first place. Two work shirts and a pair of pants were so bad, they ended up in the trash. 

I may or may not have woken up to a jumping spider hanging four inches above my face. My little and I just watched it for a few minutes go up and down before my little decided to whack at the string of web and send it into the unknown. Nothing worse than losing track of a spider. 

I've been chatting with ladies about how hard it has been to get back into my clothes and two people asked  when I turned 35. They both had the same problem when they turned 35. So let's hear it, has 35 been a body game changer for you? And here's your fair warning for those not 35 yet. Your metabolism stops working.