Around New Year's, when I was reflecting on what I wanted to change for the coming year, I came across a nicely written post by a friend of mine. One of her new year's resolutions was to take better care of herself. As I read her well written post, it dawned on me I was up early on a Saturday why shouldn't I take better care of myself? I decided I would do something right then, and thought about the drowned rat appearance I had ignored shortly after my morning shower. The drowned rat appearance I ignore most days as we rushed through our week.
I proceeded to the bathroom, where I pulled out my long neglected, velcro curlers. I was going to curl my hair. That's right, I was going to gussy up and get girlie for my husband. I carefully parted my hair and covered my head with the giant curlers. I am somewhat out of practice, if the recently gone swimming look I tend to sport is any indication. After about 30 minutes and at least four mumbled statements including profanities, I walked out to the living room, curlers in place, to make breakfast for the kids. By this time, both kids were out of bed and cuddling with Pete on the couch.
I was ok with the looks of amazement from their little eyes and the chuckles from Pete until I got past little N. "You should give Grandma back her curlers!"
"These are my curlers, honey. Mommy doesn't use them that often."
She of course wanted one of grandma's curlers in her hair and I complied. She then insisted that I give them back to grandma when we were done.
No, mom, I did not steal your curlers.