Yeesh. It has been one heck of a few weeks over here. Not bad, just...busy. Work is insane right now, and I have approximately zero ounces of emotional energy left by the time I put Millie to bed (or some days, by 10:00 a.m.)...so consider that my excuse for a general lack of participation in the blogosphere. And world. Also, the word "blogosphere" is stupid.
Also, I've been spending my precious few 'free' minutes each day working my way through Gossip Girl. So...yeah. Judge away if you must. You gotta do what you gotta do.
Today Millie came home from school with a note in her bag, as she does a few times a week. I always get this ridiculous thrill when there's a "school note" in her bag because it makes me feel like a really really REALLY Real Mom. Like...just reading this note from the teacher, yo. LIKE MOMS DO. It's awesome. School will be closed on July 3rd! Please send your updated vaccination records! Don't forget to send canned goods next week! I have no idea why notes about these things makes me feel so happy, but they do.
Anyway, today's note was particularly thrilling. Tomorrow is CRAZY HAIR DAY.
Say whaaaaaa?? Like, it's spirit week in the baby room?! WOOOO!
Unfortunately, Millie doesn't have a whole lot of hair to speak of. I was checking out her classmates' hair today, and I'm sorry to report that most of them don't, either. I feel like the baby room is going to be less spirited than they would like, but what can you do? I was almost sad about the lack of craziness in Millie's hair tomorrow, but then I remembered the pictures her teacher texted me earlier this week.
Apparently Millie isn't going to lack Crazy Hair. Apparently Millie INSPIRED the Crazy Hair Day.
Yes, this would be my Millsie during lunch on Tuesday. Not really lacking in spirit, this one. Or crazy hair.
In case you were wondering how one would obtain this amazing Einstein-inspired look, I can tell you. First you eat ravioli with your hands. When you get tired of eating, you should rub the sauce all over your hands like lotion. After you're thoroughly ravioli-lotioned up, rub your hands enthusiastically through your hair. Repeat until you achieve the desired look.
If you do it right, you will not only have amazing Crazy Hair, you will also be the happiest person ever on earth. It's a win-win.
So anyway. I guess we probably will be participating in Crazy Hair Day tomorrow. I'll just not wash her hands after breakfast, and the rest should take care of itself.
I hope you have a wonderful Friday and weekend! If you need me, I'll probably be scrubbing ravioli out of Happy Baby's hair while she applauds enthusiastically. It's really not such a bad gig, this mom thing. :)