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 gotten us up a wee bit too early to go to the airport because I really thought it was Monday and we needed to beat the traffic in Cleveland. It was Sunday and we were at our gate 45 minutes before boarding, even with being held up for a rogue water bottle. The 5:25am wake up call was brutal after a delightful wedding with an after midnight bedtime. 

My little may or may not have been the one cousin that fell into the yucky lake water at the wedding. Fell in so much he demanded to go take a shower and change clothes at the hotel in the middle of the reception. Happily, he was back in time for the dancing. 

On the way to the wedding, we had to take back country roads. We are going along our merry way with plenty of time to get a great seat when a sheriff completely closed off our road. A ten minute detour and then in the middle of the city a trash truck blocks off our road again. Never have I encountered so many road blocks while trying to get to a most important occasion. We made it with time to see the mother of the bride walk down the aisle but missed the singing of the Irish Blessing. 

This church does so many weddings, it's a beautiful church, that it holds a night for all couples getting married that month to listen to soloists auditions to pick your wedding singer. I may or may not think that this idea is brilliant and that this church has the wedding business down pact! The singer who won the right to sing at my cousin's wedding was so lovely many were brought to tears. 

My littles have taken to making sure I write down the silliness and mishaps of our week because they know I will forget. I'm delighted they are making an effort to help me succeed. It's really sweet.

While waiting for the rental car, I pointed out triplet girls that were about my littles age because they've never seen them in real life. That lead to a conversation about what babies are called all the way up to ten at a time. One little may or may not have decided that if he had eight at a time he would give some away because that's way too many to have. He'd share! 

I may or may not have been completely unaware that the booster seats we brought were not airplane approved. It bummed the boys out, cause they are more plush that seating normally like the rest of us. Rough life they have sometime. 

We may or may not have been dying of sticker shock at the price of food at Aldi's in Ohio. $.29 for a dozen eggs!!! $4.99 a lb for grass fed 90% beef!! And I laughed that the apples and cherries were from our neck of the woods in Yakima, WA. Especially when PA is an apple orchard farm giant. And gas was fifty cents cheaper too. It almost makes me want to move to Medina. It was incredibly beautiful with rolling hills and vast lush treed properties.

We may or may not have carted a lightning bug back West in a water bottle with poked holes. My littles are bummed we weren't able to bring a boy and a girl so we can populate the West with these fairy like magic creatures. It was their first experience with lightning bugs and it was enthralling. 

We missed the earthquake shaking our house and my littles may or may not have thought they were the luckiest to have missed it. I was hoping for at least a little drama and excitement when we came home, like a small trifle had fallen over, but nothing. And my littles are very glad about that, I would have been very devastated if something big had been broken. 

I may or may not have been shocked at how breezy our exchange of planes in Chicago went. It left me feeling a bit wobbly because it wasn't crowded and our taxi ride to the gate was short instead of miles. On our way back through I noticed the reader board said Chicago Midway. Not O'Hare. Seriously, mind blowing, I had no idea there were two airports. Makes sense though. 

I may or may not have had the heat going in my hotel room for four days in July because it was the coldest hotel ever - coats and pants required for warmth. In July. People and their air conditioners amaze me. It's summer, wear summer clothes.