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 think that watching Jeopardy on Netflix is the best. No commercials, old enough for the general public to know more of the information, and shockingly short without those commercials! 

I may or may not have been asking my little why he’s been walking funny for a month. I was always met with, “ no  reason mommie!” Turns out he absolutely hates change, sewed up a hole in his shoes, and wasn’t mentioning that his feet clearly grew. Both of my boys went from a size 2 to a 4:5. No size 3. What is that!? Also, now down to two pairs of shoes and still waiting to see about snow boots. 

I may or may not have a ton of “saved” container plants in my garage not by me this year but my little. We both usually have a hard time saying goodbye to the beautiful plants come frost but this year I absolutely didn’t care. I think taking care of the farmhouse and my yard did me in. My little is still determined and my garage is crowded 

I may or may not have spent an hour perched in my dining room window watching a Merlin falcon eat a dove six feet away from me. An hour! Golly, it was gorgeous!

I may or may not have made peace with the roomba. So long as I don’t watch it, it has helped tremendously with dust and dirt so thus, we are friends. 

I may or may not have had to take a three day stool test that brought me to a new low in things I’ve been subjected to in life. Collecting it in french fry containers, transferring it to vials, storing some in my freezer, and having to deliver a box full of stool to the front desk at the doctor’s office because you can’t mail human waste in the mail yourself proved to be a humbling event. In a month, data should be processed from the test which will hopefully allow me healing to my out of whack body. 

I may or may not be enjoying this forced upon us vacation from my darling husbands’ awful job. The assholes fired him though no fault of his own. Zero. Someone else screwed up and lost clients but my darling husband cost more to keep, even though my darling husband brought two more clients in, so he got cut. 🙄  We are fine and looking at this as an opportunity to heal from the crazy amount of stress endured on the job, regroup, and see this as a blessing to be together as he looks for a new job. Though if you’re local, say nothing to the kids, they don’t need the burden.