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 asked way too much of myself and family by gutting all of the flower beds at the historical farmhouse and replanting them in a week. Now it would have been nice to know before a week ago that it was opening the season up with farmhouse tours and having a bluegrass concert to get everything presentable, but we did it. The littles and I put in 31 hours. My darling husband 20. And at the concert all the thanks was given to the garden committee. What garden committee? It was my family. 

I may or may not have gotten my body into shape with all the hoeing, hauling, and digging holes and now I’m wondering how I’m going to maintain it. It’s not like I can overhaul yards every week or just find holes to dig and places to hoe for hours. Plus, my pinky finger is permanently numb so I think it needs a rest. And my back is fried from mismanaging my tank top and shade. 

I may or may not have been equating the constant, crazy winds to those of Wyoming, where they are known for insane, relentless winds. It feels so quiet when it’s actually still, and that’s not happening much these days. 

I may or may not have told my little, “it’s the middle of the day, it’s not a bat. I bet you a thousand bucks it’s something else.” It was a bat. A crazy mixed up bat. We just laughed and laughed. 

I may or may not have been chatting with my little who told me we need to take the dandelion situation in our yard under control before the roots grew to three feet deep. Me:  You remember that fact!?  Little: I only remember the important stuff. 

I may or may not have had zero sleep two nights in a row due to allergies killing my little’s ability to breathe. 

I may or may not have taken a week to process the book Educated by Tara Westover. The book is a memoir about growing up three hours away from me. I’ve purchased essential oils from her parents’ company, a dear friend of mine knows Tara’s mother, and other friends that grew up in that area who are flabbergasted. I absolutely recommend this book. It’s not about homeschooling or homeopathy, it’s about mental health and it’s effects on family. It’s fascinating and horrifying at the same time. 

I may or may not have thoroughly enjoyed my week in 70 degree weather with my littles frolicking around farm fields catching butterflies, bird watching, learning to install drip line sprinklers, playing with neighbors, and smelling of the earth and sweat from toiling in the gardens. This spring weather never happens here consistently and it is divine!