18 Apr 2013
The hair salon
Don't let it ever be said that I am not a tolerant mummy. Do any of the rest of you have to put up with this sort of things when you're trying (being the operative word here) to do school? This is what we we did this morning. I read The Hobbit (Smaug, that most specially greedy, strong and wicked worm is dead), and the girl plaited...
Am I not the most tolerant, patient, and kindest of mothers? To be honest, I adore having my hair done. Do you? I figured that since I wasn't going anywhere it didn't much matter how I looked, and it made a small person so happy. Besides, I had my coffee, and a bikkie and a book. All of life's necessities. I was set.
Then I got a phone call asking me to go into work to fill in some dreaded forms and other stuff that just couldn't wait. Ugh. That is so cruel.
I couldn't really go looking like this - it was more frizzy in reality - so I had to go and wash it and dry it before I could leave. So cruel.
We spent some time tidying the games cupboard as well today - a much more satisfying task, but I didn't finish that until this evening, so you'll need to wait for tomorrow if you want to see pictures of the finished job. Do you?
What did you get up to today?