I love the days when I actually feel awake enough to peel myself out of bed before the kids are up. That hour or so of alone time lays before me, ripe with possibility. I waste too much of the time deciding what I should DO with those precious moments of privacy: Should I shower now? But I'm hoping to go to the gym later... Should I make myself a delicious breakfast and eat on the deck while reading? But then I couldn't hear the kids when they do wake up... Maybe I could pack for my trip this weekend! Oh, but all that banging of drawers will wake the kids up, thus negating all that decadent free time sprawling seductively before me here. Well, should I mop the floor? Probably, yes, this is the best use of my kid-free hour. But, meh, better to leave it til the end of the day. We'll just dirty it up today anyways if we go outside. I'll wash it right before I go to bed tonight so when I leave in the morning it'll be sparkly clean! (Because I am a freak who has to deep clean the house before I LEAVE it instead of when I return to it. Anyone know of a cure for this kind of illogic?)
I settle for painting my toenails, which may seem like an easy enough task to get done with kids around, but in fact is wrought with danger. They want to grab the bottle; they want me to paint their nails but then freak out upon the actual application and demand that the polish be removed at once! They hover over me watching and bump my arm. Then they DO grab the bottle and spill polish all over the table. ET CETERA.
Then I decide, in preparation for my trip, to clean up the bazillion pictures still stored in our digital camera, half of them downloaded, half not, so I can delete them all and start with a clean slate tomorrow!
And also so I can show you my hair, which is not all THAT different- about two inches shorter, thinned considerably, layers cleaned up. And! Now with side bang!
I'd like to state as a disclaimer that it will never look this way again, until maybe when I'm in my sister's wedding next year. When the stylist asked me if I wanted it straightened I felt wild and said, "Not straight. Maybe kind of how yours is?" Which was a few SOFT LOOSE curls. Instead I kind of look like I'm going to prom.
Also, GEEZ, could I could maybe have powdered away the GLARING SHINE off my face before photographing myself? Or tried to cover up the break outs which are popping up everywhere thanks to all those excess hormones coursing through my veins?
Little edit: Here it is this morning after being washed and blow dried. I think I like it better straight. However, I think I like my face with a little eye makeup, as seen above, better. (Also, did I once AGAIN forget to cover up that zit!?? Am possibly some kind of masochist.)