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 be hanging out on the couch watching Cake Wars with my littles because my little had his eyes dilated today at the eye doc after I paid for the picture option. The doc needed to check the muscle which doesn’t show up in the picture. Face palm. Um can I get my $39 back since we’re enduring this hell? My blue eyes can’t handle the dilation at all even with the shades. He’s handling it better but still not how I saw this day going. 

I may or may not have had the cashier at Walmart recoil when she looked at me because of my freckles. 

Wow!! You must spend a lot of time in the sun! 
Actually I wear a lot of hats. 
Oh well, too bad for you. 

What is with people and my freckles?

I may or may not have spent a lot of time at home this week. My darling husband was out of town all week and gone again today. The littles and I were not liking the 100 degree heat that welcomed us home. We have spent a lot of time being calm and quiet. I think it was our way of grieving leaving the grands. It seems to be continuing into this week too. It’s leaving me with a lot of reflective time. Though no conclusions formed yet, though pondering why I didn’t miss home or my responsibilities. Is it my wandering nature or am I overcommitted? 

I may or may not be experiencing serious mom guilt because my little had a much better quality of life out of the desert since his allergens are mostly desert landscape. He noticed and wishes we didn’t live in his allergy zone. 

I may or may not own a scale. My parents do and we all weighed ourselves out of curiosity. And then I remembered why scales are not in my house. I grew up dancing ballet and it got very serious as a teen. I ended up quitting because of the intensity that it wasn’t enjoyable anymore. Weigh ins and diet plans at 14 messed with my head too much. My darling husband had the same message with wrestling - starve yourself to be the ideal weight. I’m sure you’re curious what popped up on the scale. I weighed 144. Darling husband 185. And immediately said, it’s the end of the day, we’ve had a lot of food and water. It will be different in the morning - less. Whoa right? My goal is for my littles to not give a thought to weight, just health. Healthy minds, body and souls don’t have a magic number on the scale. Food is fuel to nourish. I’d feel relieved and thankful if they grow up with a healthy head talk.  How about you? To weigh or not to weigh?

Anybody else love when there’s a gigantic wind storm happening and on your neighborhood fb page someone chimes in with the sky is falling? I may or may not have had a great laugh that within two minutes of the funnel clouds are developing over the neighborhood post comes up the storm passes and all the double rainbow pictures get posted. I love those drama posts. Never do I chime in but you bet I’m hitting the refresh button every few seconds to keep up!