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 chuckled when I realized what the boys were doing in this picture:

 Hiding from dad because they had done something naughty and they thought he would be coming home from work soon.

I may or may not be in denial about Baby reaching crazy milestones these days: sitting on my hip now, rocking back and forth on hands and knees, and finding him pushed up into a semi-sit in his crib.  #signofthetimes

I may or may not have allowed my kid to take his favorite form of frisbee- a large tupperware lid- to our playdate at the park. This hobby of his may or may not be the reason I have to go on an adventurous scavenger hunt when I want to put leftovers away. 

 A loogie may or may not have been held in my mouth for 4 minutes before pulling up to a stop sign, opening the door and being spit out. Only it didn't make it outside... it landed on the door jam and slid its way down.

The other day I screamed when I saw a cockroach in the garbage can. It may or may not have turned out to be a chewed up date that some little boy didn't want.

After searching the house high and low one night for Boone's blankie, I may or may not have sent him crying off to bed without it, accusing him of losing it, when in fact I had taken it away earlier in the day as punishment for something, and forgotten about it.

 The following phrase may or may not have been said to my husband one evening:

"Yes, I will wash the spinach, but just let me finish sweeping up Finn's skin first."

I may or may not have consumed 90 ounces of water at 11pm. So. Not. Smart.

I may or may not be going through all my dessert recipes and pulling out the summer ones that are on the Must Make list. There are a lot, and I am not ashamed in the least.

 I may or may not have left the house without a bra, bedhead, no makeup, and the boys in jammies, only to turn back around and go slap on some support before I hit up a great garage sale down the road. We then proceeded to meet up with my mom at Target, who was more than embarrassed in our attire (she may or may not have offered to buy the boys some new clothes right there on the spot). The fact that Finn had spilled on his shirt, and Boone had forgotten his flip flops in the grass outside the taco joint made it that much trashier. 

I may or may not have let me kids slurp up their spilled rootbeer floats off the deck. 

You may or may not have your life together... either way, I wanna hear about it!