The hardest part about being a mother is being me.
If I complain were not getting out as much, its because of me.
If I whine about not being able to do the things I wanna do, its because Im the only one home with the kids for weeks on end.
If I cry its because Im soooooooooooooooooooooo Tired. I don’t get to bed at a descent hour, we don’t get out of the house in time cuz it takes mom 4ever to shower, dry hair, apply makeup, take vitamins, etc etc etc. Its all my fault. UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I asked my mother-in-law to give me a lite, LIGHT, very loose permanent body wave. You know. That really nice tossed around beach hair wave. That nice early 90’s Jennifer Aniston wave. That was another FAIL!
She gave me one of the loosest (not) spiral perms, by her standards, Niicceee and loose. The roots of my hair were so tight and kinked it was horrific. She did it again. Back in 2005, I asked for a loose wave and she gave me a very tight perm. Yuk! I hated it. It looked like I walked outta 1985. If I had friends Im sure they would’ve been sayin, “ Hey, Ron, 1989 called , they want their hair back!!!”
My hair was long healthy and beautiful, I will show you in the next posting what my hair looked b4 and after. It was terrible and soo tight. I was a new mom and I wanted something that would limit my need to stand with curlers rolling an rolling for an hour.
I did it again with baby number 2.
I thought she just might get it right second time around. Needless to say I had to chop all my hair off AFTER attempting to straighten the curls (in 2005 not this time). Which only dried out my hair and made it very slimy. Not a good thing, Martha! NOT … A… Good… Thing!
Perms.
Just Don’t Do It.
So back to my story. I asked for another loose wave and again it came out tight. And Its too loose at the ends, the curls arent consistent so it looks like Rhyan rolled my hair with curlers. There are completely straight strands and next to that there are extremely tight curly strands.
Whatha!
So if I don’t curl my hair (which I wanted to avoid) I look like trash. I wanted to eliminate my need for all this fuss and I just dug my troubles deeper. So this is why it takes us sooooo long to get outta the house and arrive anywhere !!!!!!
On another note: For the past few months , who am I kidding, for years I’ve had this thing about tags. I cant stand them. I’ve always been too intimidated to cut them off. Thinking they hold extremely important secrets. Information that hold the key to unlocking the whereabouts of the weapons of mass destruction. NOT.
But really I have always been neurotic and think you never ever tear or cut off tags off anykind.
My parents never worried about things like this so I figured it wasn’t important.
That is, if it bothers you, take care if it ASAP.
So all 33 yrs of my life I tried to ignore this pet peeve. I will hold back no longer. Haha! I started cutting tags off clothing and furniture and such for over 6 months now. Its so liberating. Lol. Really it is.
I cant stand when the items get old and there sitting, staring at you, that faded, frayed, hideous looking TAG. Yucky tags no more if I can help it. Whoohoo! Three cheers for OCD people everywhere…
Hip Hip….., Hip Hip…., Hip Hip….!
On another, ‘nother note:
Got up at 6am this morning, took a shower (I live on the edge), COOKED BREAKFAST (can you believe it), put myself together and got out the door at 830 for grocery shopping in the crazy town. If your not at the store here shopping and ready for checkout by 10am. Forget it! Your stuck in a whole lotta mess. People from miles and miles around come to this border town to shop for everything. From eggs and milk to hay and oxyacetylene (arc welding gas). It’s a disaster in this town come EVERY Saturday! More so come the first and the 15th of the every month.
Breakfast in our house has been absent since b4 the baby was born. All we eat is cold cereal. Nomore pancakes, French toast, eggs, oatmeal, toast, coffee, juice, fresh fruit. I just don’t have the time. Its easiest to take the 3 minutes to pour into a bowl and be on our way. Really Reagan cries that much.
So this morning when I said I cooked breakfast I really over did. Although I wanted to do something nice for Rhyan I didn’t go all the way outta my way and make homemade pancakes from scratch, which she loves. I get annoyed with having to whisk the egg whites until peaks form and then fold into batter. That’s the most time consuming part about it. So I only made French toast. Now she loves them. But this morning I made the mistake of telling her there made with egg.
She hates eggs.
We’ve progressed within the past few years, her dad got her to eat boiled eggs.
But scrambled, the easiest for me to prepare, she despises ‘em.
So… she jumps outta bed and smells food. I tell her I made breakfast and she jumps for joy. She sits down to eat turkey bacon and her French toast with syrup. She’s scarfing it all down when I let out that lil bit of info that Ive so deceitfully concealed for years.
She freezes, stares at the plate and looks at her food as if Im feeding her cow intestines. DOH! She inspects every lil piece and said I used too much egg and she begins to gag. FAIL!
I messed up big time.
So in addition to my oatmeal, I’m eating French toast. ( I made so many this morning thinking for the rest of the weekend and into next week I would be able to pop em in the toaster. Well that’s not gonna work now. Its all goin in the trash. Not like I can freeze em and Dom or myself will eat em later. Dom wont eat em cuz there senseless carbs and I cant because Im already overweight and might as well be eating candy bars.)
*sigh*
Another atempt to be a good mom and I fail badly >:o(
