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 pulled away from Papa Murphy's with our family-sized pizza still sitting on the hood of the car. Maybe next time I'll accept their offer for "help out".

I may or may not have had to correct the person asking what Tripp's name was 3 times:
Trent? No, Tripp.
Trimp? No, TrIPP.
Chip? No, TRIPPPPP!

I may or may NOT be above bribery. Especially at the doctor's office.

I may or may not have skipped the gym entirely, and went out in my workout gear to the mall, Target, and hit up the local Fro-Yo joint. I then, may or may not have had a dance party in the car, while sitting parked in the driveway at home. I came in sweating just a bit, and Jeff never knew the difference.

I may or may not have been able to stop smiling while explaining to the boys why they can't draw on themselves... especially with sharpie. "B's" and "F's" have never been cuter... cute enough to document via photograph, but not cute enough that I don't become completely mortified when the doctor has Boone take his shirt off and sees the body graffiti. (Not pictured: the right arm sleeve he created so artistically)

It may or may not have sounded like a good idea to leave the house a couple hours early for a doctor appointment (which is 50 minutes away) and just drive around so the boys could nap in the car and wouldn't be little beasts for the doc. In order to keep them sleeping, I may or may not have driven two towns past, and ended up lost and late for the appointment.

I may or may not be contemplating chopping my hair off solely on the reason that Tripp rules with an iron fist. Man, it hurts! 

I may or may not have felt it necessary to show Jeff {on the way to church, wearing a short skirt and bare-legged} the hairs that I missed around my ankle while shaving. He may or may not have gagged and stated that those hairs in fact had been "missed" for about a year, not just once or twice. He may or may not be correct.

Not even 4 years ago my friend Sarah and I may or may not have had even the slightest clue what the next few years would do to us. With 7 kids under our belt, our bodies and sanity are on the brink of something indescribable. But it's nice to know we're doing it together... (actually, not really together; she has triplets. Four kids under 3 right now. I think that trumps all.)

I may or may not have gotten a little too excited when I noticed Finn's freshly sprouted leg hair. My boy is growing up! I may or may not have waved my arms like crazy, and yelled at Jeff out on the lawn mower to come inside and see for himself. I think everyone involved realizes that it's a good thing I don't have a daughter... I might've ended up like my mom, who celebrated our "womanhood" by baking a cake and announcing the good news that our period had begun to the entire family at dinner.  So. flipping. embarassing.