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 have made my yearly trip to Craft Warehouse to collect Christmas craft supplies. Years past I have tried to dwell in each season and then have missed out on things by the time the season rolled around because it was already gone. Not this year my friend! 

I may or may not have found a romba for a decent price at Lowe’s. It’s not the fancy models. I’ve been wanting one since they came out. Living in a dust bowl with half the family having allergies I finally brought one home. We charged it up and then let it do its thing. I literally had to leave the house because I couldn’t handle the inefficiency of the thing. I couldn’t watch it but was happy to come home to my upstairs being cleaned, even under beds, while we did errands. Happy with the end result, I just can’t watch it happen. 

I may or may not have purchased a dishwasher even after being shocked at the prices. We waited for the Black Friday sale and found that six years ago when we bought the last one that was a midline model and price is now pretty much the price for the bottom of the line. Sticker shocked for sure. But my worries of cross contamination of food for my plethora of food allergies will be alleviated come Friday when it’s delivered. 

I may or may not have been taken aback to see Christmas lights up and glowing on November 4th. I mean that’s way early. Halloween stuff is still up. Mid November, okay but now?  I’m fully willing to watch Hallmark Christmas movies but not ready to transition it into real life. 

I may or may not know we are getting old at 36 & 37 when my always hot blooded husband is conceding it’s cold and wanting flannel lined pants. We won’t turn our base heat on but this is not new. The breakdown of body heat is. It’s been nice knowing you youth. 

I may or may not have had the realization that my homeschool plan to graduate them with associates  degrees at high school is starting in five years. That’s closer to when my little was in kindergarten. It means that in seven years we are paying for two kids in college, two more car insurances, and another car. My purse is not ready for that. And it makes wanting to redo surfaces in my house seem rather selfish.  

I may or may not be raking up more leaves at the historical farmhouse than I thought possible. It’s literally a leaf blizzard. I’m losing at the raking game. I’m losing at the clean up and winterize my own house game too. I still haven’t gotten all my tulips in and the lows are changing to the 20s this week. 

I did not get the benefit from falling back. My sleep terrorists got up even earlier than normal and have zero capability of being quiet about it. So I’m starting my week off rather grumpy and cold because it’s in the upper 50s upstairs in my house. Don’t worry Grands, we will warm it up for you next week.