We work very hard around here to appear perfect. (she says as she sits in bed at 10:30 am in her nightgown on a heating pad and no, she’s not 98).
Also: snort, we do not.
In truth, we work really hard around here to just keep it together. We usually do okay between the four of us, and generally, sort of come out on top.
My son has been needing a haircut for quite a while. I put it off because, as much as I swore no boy of mine would have long hair (!), I really really really loved it. But on Saturday, my husband decided it was time to get rid of it. I may or may not have run my fingers through it one last time and kissed it.
Okay, I did.
Before:
My husband, for the first time ever in his whole life, played the part of barber.
“I used to trim my dog’s hair,” he said as he buzzed away. I guess trimming dog’s hair is great training because it turned out!
“It feels weird,” my son said, placing his hands on his head.
We went to a family party that night, and my daughter suddenly got the urge to really dress up. She disappeared into her room and then my bathroom.
And then she emerged so evidently proud of herself. She’d done everything all on her own, from her hair to her necklace to her shoes.
“Would you like to take some pictures?” I asked.
“YEAH!”
Both of my kids went to the party 100% SURE everyone would take notice of just how awesome they really looked. And because our family is wonderful like that, they all did.
Mostly because my kids have a way of making sure you notice them or else, but anyway.
Now it’s time for Mom to get back on her feet. I felt so good yesterday that I cooked from 10 am to 5 pm (no foolin) and filled my freezer so I wouldn’t have to burden myself with my insatiable hunger any longer (at least for a few days)… and I woke up this morning hurting from horn to hoof.
At least I have food to comfort me, right? Food and laundry.
Okay, laundry isn’t exactly comforting but the idea of sitting on the couch all day while I fold it sounds like a good day to my back.
At least if I can’t keep up appearances, I can surely count on my awesome kids.
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