December 11, 2017

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 I may o on... own up. I may have... I 

I may or may not have changed my passcode on my phone because a nameless little used it without permission. I was multitasking and promptly forgot it. I am completely locked out of my phone. I didn't remember my appleid and it took four days for them to give me my password. I can prove who I am and that's it's my phone that I've paid for, but no it will take four days. Also, since I ran out of storage, it wiped my entire iCloud info so there's so no hope for recovery of pictures unless I can miraculously remember those 4 digits I changed it to in a moment of frenzy. 

I may or may not have switched to my darling husband's old phone that has parental restrictions on it that have transferred to his new phone, to which he didn't have the passcode. Somehow he's receiving all my text communications on his new phone, I'm receiving his call history - which is interesting to see who he calls at work- and my phone number has been replaced by his email address when I call or text. It's all very interesting and a good thing we have nothing to hide from each other. 

I may or may not have had a child that in one day outgrew all his winter pants - we have to wear lined pants here to survive or thermals underneath. The saving grace is that he's skinny and that it's snow boot season so we can hopefully make it through without searching for affordable lined pants.  This growth spurt has caused some serious clumsiness and falls. One that had us on watch for need of an X-ray. On watch because of course it happened on a weekend when it would cost us an arm and a leg. Though he's saying it's much better today. Gracious. 

I may or may not have just received a text from my darling husband that he has a screw in his tire. Lovely. 

I may or may not have decided my littles were going to learn about Angel Trees and grabbed quite a few tags for the families that had essential items like hats and gloves, jeans, laundry supplies, and  kitchen and bathroom cleaning supplies. We are not doing a big Christmas this year for they are very blessed and I  want them to understand that there are families that don't ask for wants but needs for Christmas. That those winter boots we had to buy three weeks ago and the snow gloves we lost the mates to just got replaced as needed. We didn't go without and hope that another family would take a tag off a tree and provide what we needed. We have choice in our life. Many do not. 

I may or may have found a game Prime Climb at the library that I've been eyeing on AAmazon. We can try it for free for two weeks! We've had it for five days and haven't touched it. We've been playing National Parks Monopoly from the library instead. I picked up the game Santorini but it made me a growly monster in a matter of seconds because it's a boring game. I've begun to understand that I only like challenging games or ones with a purpose. 

For years I've been on a quest for warm socks. My feet may or may not exist in the color purple and socks have a tough job. I've finally found $5 wool socks that do the trick. Well, I should clarify that my feet just warm up to a purple pink; that's the best I can expect. All those $20 wool socks have nothing on these cheap ones. 

I may or may not have had to move my warm weather loving plants into my house to save their lives because my garage is too cold. We haven't seen above freezing temperatures for quite some time. 

I may or may not have read a picture book about the Titanic to my littles and not been able to get through it without choking up. I found myself wanting to show them the beginning of the movie so they could see the ship and then the ending but I remember crying for hours when I saw it when I was 16 after I saw it in the theater. They are too small for that kind of trauma. 

I've been watching season 2 of The Crown. I may or may not be wondering how they are liked and how they can be such miserable people in such positions. 

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