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 finally convinced my little that I cannot afford the car seat with a five point harness for over fifty pound littles. For reference they are $300. After a month of checking out car seats in stores, my little has decided to get the exact blue one his brother has. They say the blue is only available online. So in the middle of Target's car seat aisle we are searching, searching, searching online for the elusive blue car seat. Turns out it's not anywhere online. What about green? No, not bright enough.  Purple? Not purple enough. Red? No. Gray? Silence. He loves color of course he doesn't want dull, sad gray. Orange? Okay. It's supposed to arrived tomorrow and my car seat worries will be over. Besides the fact that neither of my littles have five point harnesses, cause motherhood is full of one causation of guilt after another. 

I may or may not have been informed by my little who is reading a Basher microbiology book this week that malaria attacks the body by ripping open red blood cells and taking their oxygen. That's just mean malaria, mean.

I may or may not have taken my darling husband to a new library across town and walked out with both our arms stacked with books. I informed him that I needed him on our next trip cause I can't carry all the books we will want on my own. 

I may or may not have woken up to my little dying hemp string with strawberries and drying it in the sun so they could crochet me a scarf. Swoon! 

I may or may not have read Swan Lake to my littles this week and been completely amazed that I didn't pick up any of the story from watching the ballet Swan Lake. Another case of the book being better than the movie. 

I may or may not have bent my fingernail back and almost completely ripped off while pruning my climbing rose. It's bruised and bloody. Roses are so beautiful yet inflict such pain every time I trim them. 

My littles have been stung twice this month by wasps in my backyard. Those monsters are eating the trees in my yard and violently attacking little children. I've declared war on the bastards. My flowers are for honeybees, humming birds, and butterflies. Nasty wasps, not welcome, you shall die possibly a violent death. You know you deserve it. 

I may or may not buy plants for my garden as emotional therapy. A 50% off sale happened at my favorite nursery happened on the same day that one of my favorite families moved away from my world. Was I motivated by the lure of cheap prices or as a balm to my soul. You decide, I haven't yet. 

I may or may not have scored free furniture in my neighborhood again. My darling husband beat out the next person coming to get it by thirty seconds. Two bookcases and a hutch that I thought were from ikea based on the online pictures, but turned out to be substantial "real" furniture instead! It's hanging in my garage until I can figure out a home for them. And since we're on the subject of my neighborhood, my neighbors are moving anyone want to be my neighbor? 

I may or may not have ordered my Christmas cards last night. I had a 50% off coupon show up two days after I just happened to have taken family pictures. This may be the earliest I've ever gotten them done, besting last year's October. 

I may or may not have taught my littles two ways to build the original fidget spinners after they were given actual fidget spinners at the balloon festival. Thankfully they think the originals are cooler and prefer building their own.