I started the day 3 hours earlier than usual, with one of my recent "Wake up at 3:00 and be unable to get back to sleep" nights. Do these happen to you? For me I'm afraid they're a genetic inheritance from my mother, along with a seemingly endless interest in having more children.
I'm PROBABLY growing my hair for Locks of Love. This started as Meaning To Get My Hair Cut, and then turned into Trying Unsuccessfully To Schedule An Appointment, and then turned into Well, Now It's Long Enough To Put In A Bun So Never Mind. One of my physical upsides is that I have thick, fast-growing hair, and so it seems like a good idea to take advantage of an idea that combines so well with my natural disinclination to do anything with it.
But I say "PROBABLY" because it's also making me feel crazy (so! tangled! and ouchy!), and I can just see suddenly getting it cut off when I'm half an inch short of 10 inches, which is close to what happened accidentally last time: I hadn't even thought of Locks of Love until I saw the pieces on the floor and said, "Hey..." and the stylist measured and they were just under 9 inches long.
I got SO MUCH done yesterday. I'd gone out to the store after lunch, and when I got back it was 3:00, also known as The Soggy Gross Dregs of the Weekend. Paul and I looked at each other over the heads of our roiling mass of loud, talkative, argumentative children, and we realized we needed to either start drinking or take action. We took all five outside, and I gave them all haircuts on the steps, and Paul played with whichever four weren't being sheared. The two older kids took showers after their haircuts, and I gave baths to the three younger kids. Then I scrubbed the tub. Then I made muffins. Then I paid a couple of bills. Then I wrote some Postcrossing postcards. Then I filled my pill-a-day container. ...Okay, I'm running out of things to say I did. But it felt REALLY ACCOMPLISHED at the time.
Elizabeth wanted her hair SHORT, and I wasn't sure what to do. One, because it's just FINALLY getting long enough to do stuff with, and two, because it's also been getting tangled and difficult, and three, because I don't know how to do shorter girl haircuts: I can cut boy hair, or I can trim girl hair, and that's it. So we compromised on MEDIUM: it was shorter enough to please her, but long enough to keep me from feeling discouraged. I nearly got into trouble with "making it even," but I managed to make myself stop.
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 2 of 2 - Last week I talked about the gifts we were getting/considering for Edward, who is turning 8 next month. This week it’s Elizabeth’s turn: not “girl gifts,” ...