I miss Sunday Funday. I don’t know that I’ve ever had a Sunday Funday. But in theory, it sounds nice.
I slept in today. That was a mistake. I should have gotten up at 5:45 when my alarm went off. I would have been okay, if I hadn’t gotten up at 7:00, when my husband’s alarm went off, but at 8:00am, I was still in the bed…and I know better.
By the time I was up and moving, so was the baby. Of course, that slowed me down, and she was very upset that she couldn’t go with me. I missed my first two online worship services. That usually is a bad sign.
Anyway, since we’re talking about the baby, it was time to wash her hair today. In anticipation of her usual antics, I started preparing her before I even left the house this morning. Well, by the time I finally coaxed her into the tub, the child had hid every bottle of shampoo in the house, along with all the combs. So if you see her hair looking crazy tomorrow, blame her not me. I’m mad because all the hair creams are missing, and I need to wash my hair as well. Guess we’ll look crazy together.
I need to do the big kid’s hair, too. I’m not sure I have seen her hair all week. I don’t know if she ever took off her bonnet. I’m not mad at her. If I could, I’d probably stick mine in a bonnet, too.
My son said he wanted to grow an Afro like mine. My husband reminded him that he does not know how to care for his hair, which is why we keep it cut. I reminded my husband that none of us know how to care for our hair, including me. So if you see me with a fresh shave, or my son with an Afro, you know why.
That’s it. I’m tired, and I have to get up in the morning and makes adjustments to crooked puffballs, and figure out how to tame the troll hair that is currently protruding from my scalp.