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...

Neglecting to follow instructions on the all-natural bluing agent bottle may or may not result in turquoise hair. What's that? I was suppose to dilute 1 drop in 2 quarts of water? I should be their poster child for "Look what happens if you squirt half the bottle on your head..."
Follow directions, kids.


Teaching children about Stranger Danger may or may not have your children yelling at each other in the park to "Watch out! There's a person over there and they might steal you!"


A mother's intuition may or may not have led her inside the house of our dinner hosts just in time to see her son reach his arm (up to his elbow) into the fish bowl and pull up a blue beta fish gasping for air. " But I wanted to show Daddy..."


We may or may not have experienced our first hair casualty via scissors:

It's a great look for him, no? A very memorable way to remember Vacation Bible School, I must say.


I may or may not have made my very first batch of homemade ice cream. All by myself. Next up: first batch of coffee. I may or may not need to first purchase a coffee pot.


I may or may not have the equivalent of 130 jars of canned tuna sitting on my counter, waiting patiently to be washed. My patience is wearing thin, however, and I just want them (and the smell) to disappear.


I may or may not have quickly realized that I am not cut out to be a wine and foodie guru- but I was all over the lettuce-wrapped pig stomach, and I do love a good macaroon. Maybe I just need to work on proper wine etiquette...

I may or may not have caught Baby by the pants as he dove headfirst off the table. #Mommywin
I then proceeded to quickly lift him back up as his pants were sliding off, only to smash his face onto the table ledge. #Mommyfail


Taking two boys to the bathroom six times while dining at a restaurant is a lot to deal with. Breaking the toilet paper dispenser and having the TP roll across the floor while your kid is in the middle of explosive diarrhea may or may not be too much to deal with. Laughing and crying are my coping mechanisms. I chose to laugh.


What's on your list, today?