So, I had this whole depressing post lined up to auto-post today. It was actually meant for yesterday, because I have sort-of arbitrarily decided that Wednesdays are now going to be “Depressing Wednesdays”, and therefore the only day I allow myself to talk about the crappy crap. Though, the post will probably go up tomorrow, or over the weekend, or maybe even later today, because If I wait until next week, it will be too late. That’ll make sense later. Also, I have a few announcements coming up too, so stay tuned.
Anyway, since like a zillion and twelve new people stopped by yesterday for the “Gap Can Suck It” post, and the solidarity of us moms V.S. Stupid T-Shirt makers, has put me in an awesome mood, I decided to go with something a little less morbid.
Which, well, gets you a completely random stream of conciousness rambling, apparently.
I had this parenting epiphany this morning. Some people, they can’t wait, absolutely can not wait until their children can talk. Or walk. Or play video games. You know what I can’t wait for?
Her to be able to do her own hair.
As I’ve maybe mentioned, I’m so not a girly-girl. I hate, hate hate hate doing hair. My own hair, is generally washed, brushed and then tied in a knot. Where it stays, until I untie it a day later to rinse and repeat. Literally.
No matter how much I mess with her hair, no matter what product or clip or accessory I use, it looks like crap in 4.2 seconds flat every time. And her hair is so thin and wispy, it just pulls out of any hair-tie immediately. And ends up looking rather like a bird’s nest. Look, she even made birds for it. (Butterflies too, because all the animals live in harmony in this kid’s head)
No that you can tell there, but the kid’s hair is down to her butt. And I really don’t want to cut it, because it’s beautiful and awesome. But I also don’t want it to look like crap all of the time. So: Help!
(Yes, that is the aforementioned “Dinosaurs are People Too” shirt from Target, in case you were wondering. Which reminds me: Must go check out Kohl’s boy’s shirts.)
The other day, she jumped in the car, after school and announced proudly:
“I’ve decided what I am going to be when I grow up!”
Me, warily: “Oh?”
Her: “A super-jaguar.”
Me: “Hmmn. What made you decide this?”
Her: “Because I want to save people, and also, fight. Hiiiiii ya!”
Me: ” That’s my girl.”