I love having great hair days. It was somewhat wasted, as I didn’t really see anyone today, but every time I thought about my hair, I got a little happier. I cannot tell you how much I am loving this hair cut, and in being a redhead again finally. It is so me. I feel somehow that it’s a lot easier to be me in every way with a sassy cut and bright red hair. Maybe that doesn’t make sense to you. I know it isn’t really logical. But it is the way I feel.
I was feeling rather in the doldrums with my old cut (or lack thereof) and the color. I do have a pretty hair color when it’s natural, but the problem is, there was nothing natural about the color before I changed to red last week. It was all gross and frizzy from my perms, and it was much lighter blonde than it should be. It looked so dull and washed out. It was just so frustrating to me to look in the mirror, see how nice I looked with makeup on, but having no idea what the heck to do with the mop of frizz on my head.
Now it’s easy to style, and I feel like I look like I’m more put-together. And that’s a plus in almost every woman’s book.
I actually ran into Grace’s new friend’s mother, the one who had suggested the salon that I went to. She had gone to the same salon and had the same stylist as well. She raved over my hair, said it was perfect for me. We stood in the mist that was falling this morning for a half hour, just chatting in the parking lot. I suggested we go to Starbucks, but she had to get back to the baby. Her husband was taking care of him, but he wanted to go for a run once she got home. We do have tentative plans for a playdate next week, though.
I tend to be hesitant to have playdates here at the house. For one thing, we have a dog. He’s an old dog, sure, and an old dog to boot. But he’s also an excitable dog. He likes to jump up on people, which isn’t a big deal if you’re an adult. He can scare small children, though. Also, Grace doesn’t seem to have the amount of toys that most kids have. It’s not a problem for Grace, but most kids seem to get awfully bored here at my house because I don’t have Disney this and Princess that.
It’s hard for me to want to buy toys for Grace. She does have a decent amount of toys, but they’re mostly random things that Grace has expressed interest in over the years. She has very little in the way of themed toys, unless you count the toys that she gets from various kids’ meals. She’s probably the only three-year-old in the nation with no real preference for Disney Princesses (not that there’s anything wrong with them), and who owns not one Barbie or Bratz item.
We spent most of the day here in the house once we got home from preschool. Grace entertained herself with some expired coupons I had taken out of my coupon book. She lined them up neatly on the loveseat, then took them in small bundles over to the couch, where she lined them up neatly again. She did this over and over again, switching from the loveseat to the couch and back again. She spent about thirty minutes playing on her toy laptop, but only till Daddy got home from his business trip. That’s why it’s so hard for me to buy her toys. She just doesn’t play with normal, traditional kids’ toys.
Right now her favorite thing to play with is her snake. There are these flexible, stretchable snakes you can buy at Target for $2 each or something like that, and she picked out the green one. Why? Because “green is my favorite color, Mommy!” She’ll curl it into a circle, then stretch it all out. She’ll wrap it around her waist, and then go back to curling it up again.
Don’t think I’m complaining. I’m not. I’m just trying to explain why it’s hard for me to host other kids in my house. She’s had friends who have their own tvs and who spend most of their time watching it. Grace does watch a lot of tv, but usually it’s either old game shows (she loooooooooves Gene Rayburn) or whatever I feel like watching. It can be Dr Phil if he’s addressing a subject that isn’t child-inappropriate, or I’ll finish watching a movie on Masterpiece Theatre. She just doesn’t watch kids’ stuff, mainly because I just don’t think to put it on.
I’m a strange momma, I think. But it seems to work well for Grace. She’s not complaining… not yet, anyhow. She’ll probably think I ruined her life when she hits 16, but that’s sort of par for the course when you have a daughter.
And yes, Kurt is home, safe and sound, from his field trip chaperoning officers around various ships. He missed me, which is nice. He said he couldn’t sleep properly any of the days he was gone because he didn’t have me to snuggle up to. (Can I get an “awwwwwww”???)
I did get some concerning news. There’s been an outbreak of Fifth Disease in Grace’s preschool, which is usually not a big deal. Kids get a rash and a little bit sick, but it’s not a huge issue. The problem is, it can cause complications for pregnant women. Generally it’s more severe for women in their first trimester, and I’m well into my second. But it’s still a niggling worry I have in the back of my head. I’ll have a blood test on Monday to see if I’ve been exposed, and hopefully by Tuesday I’ll find out that I haven’t been exposed and that I and the baby will just fine.
Keep your fingers crossed!