I've decided to change my tune a bit....making this a more 'domestic' blog since life still goes on and there still is so much more to tell, stories and anecdotes and whatnot.
This morning, for instance. Among the craziness of breakfasts, lunch packing for day camp, tug of war over the riveting Wednesday morning comics, morning chores, I got three talking heads and their opinions on how I looked when I walked into the kitchen. Like picture a kitchen counter, three people in mid cereal bite look up and say:
"Mommy, um, I really don't like your hair that way."
"Are you wearing that With your hair that way?"
"Please don't wear that when you pick us up from camp, And your hair. Never like that. Okay?"
"Yeah, mommy, please don't wear that and change your hair"
All fired directly at me. Like annoying pellet gunfire.
I love that. I love when I haven't even taken a shower yet because I'm too busy getting people out the door, I get what feels like a full-throttle attack on my person. Still in pajamas. With bed head. Like I'm actually going to walk right out the door looking like that.
8 comments:
oh wait, you didn't get that in oreintation? you're supposed to look perfectly coiffed, while working your ass off to make everyone's day lovely.
so to re-cap what you missed: hair brushed, make up freshly applied, bra on-yes bra-no shirt that you slept in paired with some random shorts found on the ground,an outfit please. no flip-flops. oh, and SMILES!!!!
I was thinking of creeping everyone out with a new response to mornings: "Mommy's face isn't on yet, I'll be there in a minute!"
draw some eyebrows on. and that's it.a little higher and more arched than the reg ones.
maybe back comb the hair and slide a head band on too. a nice mom helmet.
but seriously -- what's going on with your hair?
think: Phil Spector in his 'for days
why do people write things under 'anon' you can type your name in you know. this is the blogging version of ding dong ditching.
Ten bucks says it's my brother. Crank calling, ding-dong ditching and anon. commenting are some of his hobbies these days.
oh no, leave it to kids to point out the worst. My friends son just told her "Mom your butt is enoromous, no bigger that than ginormous!" Yikes, look what I have to look forward to.
Jaime
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