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.