First off, let me preface with the obvious, this will be the least important thing you read today, this week, and likely the entire year. If you are fine with wasting some of your precious time on some random musings (and some good hair advice), read on.
1. On the way to school I heard a conversation going on from the back of the car.
Lucia to Ava: “Did you know some people can have dog babies?” At this point I’m just envisioning a very, VERY unattractive baby.
Gia: “there are?” Ava: “Yeah, I heard a woman married her dog, it’s true, I looked it up on Instagram”.
I’m equally disturbed at the notion of a woman having an actual “dog baby” AND the fact that my daughter is looking up weird stuff on Instagram.. Note to self, investigate Instagram parental controls.
2. The most hated song of every parent right now has to be “Talk Dirty to Me”. I turn it off every time it comes on the radio—to shouts of protests every time. It’s extremely popular in school, and lucky me, my girls have learned the words while at school, so my shutting down the radio really doesn’t do much except to encourage them to call me “uncool”. So Lucia is singing the song, and mumbling thru some of the lyrics which I am guessing she doesn’t have correct….so I ask her to slow down so I can hear. She sings, “I’m that flight that you get on, international, first class seat on my LEPER [Leper?? You mean, like the scary disease?? }….{the song goes on}…so comfortable, , Been around the world don’t speak the language {I don’t want to state the obvious, but I’m not surprised this guy doesn’t speak another language}, but your booty don’t need explaining….blah, blah, blah.” I hope no one explains that “leper” actually is suppose to be “lap” because that requires almost as much explaining as what a leper is.
So here I throw in a little disgust to my mood, plus a little humor, and a little smug satisfaction that she doesn’t know the real words.
3. I’m volunteering at the school tomorrow for Earth Day (yes, I know, how great am I?---celebrating the earth AND volunteering at the same time, I think there’s bonus points in there somewhere. I’m making up for those times when the recycle bin is too full to put anything else in and I pretend that the can really isn’t a can and sneak it into the garbage. Yes, I in fact did just admit that, and I like I said, I’m making up for it. Anyway, the girls asked me tonight what I was going to wear. Lucia specifically said “you aren’t going to wear workout clothes are you??” OK, now here’s my beef with that. I’ve been trying really, REALLY hard to get/stay in shape this past year. Yes, it’s true, I’ve become one of those moms that always drops off in yoga clothes because I’m in fact, going to yoga . Have to do it in the beginning of the day, or it’s a lost cause. So what am I suppose to do, change when I get there?? So I defend my yoga -clothes-wearing-self and protest with a “what’s wrong with yoga clothes??” “Well, mommy, it looks like you just threw something on and don’t care”. Uh WHAT? Then she questioned whether maybe my arm muscles were getting too big, “girls aren’t suppose to have arm muscles mommy”. Uh WHAT? I am only using 3 lb weights, how big can my muscles be? So here I am, trying to set a good healthy example for my kids, while simultaneously burning off some of my stress and hopefully extra butt jiggle, and all I get for it is my confidence crushed to the ground by my 9 and 11 year old. Not right I tell you, not right.
Now I’m forced to really think of a good outfit to wear to school tomorrow. Pressure is on. Don’t want to shame them.
4. I know in the scheme of things my hair color isn’t important. Believe me, I’m not totally devoid of a sense of priority. I have a general theory that if you spend all your time stressing about tiny problems then when the real big problems actually do arrive, you won’t be able to handle it. That said, I did spend a solid 2 weeks obsessing about whether to go lighter or darker to cover my gray hairs. It’s a real dilemma…and one of the more suckier ones of your 40’s. Anyway, the short version is I went lighter. Then spent 2 weeks obsessing about how dried and fried my hair was. Which brings me to my miracle. I tried the most amazing stuff sent to me by a friend, it’s made by Bumble & Bumble, and apparently isn’t actually available yet, but I had two samples and I fell madly in love--twice. So B & B makes a Hairdresser’s Invisible Oil right now that is awesomeness in a bottle (I also had a sample of this)…it’s a smoothing, conditioning, light oil thingy that smells like heaven and works great. I immediately ran out and bought two bottles. In this same vein they are coming out with (apparently comes out in May) a Hairdresser’s Invisible Oil Shampoo and conditioner—which is what I also tried and am hooked on. Let me tell you, it transformed my fried locks into smooth, soft, yummy smelling hair. I’m so in love with this new stuff, I’d marry it if I could. It’s that good (and no, I didn’t get free stuff to say that). I’ve tried to find pre-sale black market bottles of the magic, but apparently it really isn’t available yet. I can barely wait!
Signed, ME {lv}
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