I sat down during this rare moment of peace to write something profound. I was sent this link to a blog and loved it:
http://powerofmoms.com/2012/04/your-children-want-you/
So I thought I'd expound on it some more, but all I can think about is hair.
I HATE HAIR!
We have hair EVERYWHERE in this house! It's gets stuck in the broom, it's wrapped itself around the vacuum roller enough to make a wig. It's even floating through the air for heaven sakes! I've had to deal with this my whole life, what with always having long hair and all, but to add four girls on top of that! Seriously, what did I do to deserve?
I just spent the better part of an hour mopping, vacuuming and dehairing this entire house. What started me on this task was the sheer grossness that came from being on my hands and knees in the kitchen and seeing the lovely strands stuck to the bottom of each and every chair. Those stupid felt thingies are hair and dust magnets. So I turned every chair over and dejunkified them. Does any one else do this or am I the only one with gross felt pads under my chair legs? I'm almost thinking a scratched up floor is worth saving me the trouble.
Just last week, the unthinkable happened. We had some friends over for dinner. I don't need to say anymore.
On the bright side of things, I no longer have to take the blame for every long strand of blond hair that makes it's way into places it shouldn't be. I have four little dears who can take one for the team now.
Jerry Seinfeld gave a funny monologue on hair once that made me think. He said that we fuss over hair, kiss people on the head, and run our fingers through it. But as soon as it finds its way into our food, you may as well call the hazmat team. Why is that? Would it make a difference if that person said they had just shampooed and conditioned? Well, something to ponder on.
I'm about to be turned into a fairy by one of these little princesses, so I'd better find my wings and fly. Ta Ta for now:)
