Last night, I dyed my hair red. I'd like to say it's reddish brown but it's more like brownish red. And, may I add...
red-HOT.
I'm a scorcher, babe.
ScorCH.
Er.
*Back of hand cupped by mouth* The new push-up bra adds to the effect.
May.
I.
Add.
Instant boob job.
Fraction of a fraction of the cost.
But tis' the new hair color that has me feeling young and free.
So free, in fact, I painted my nails hot pink. Takealookatthat!
I played tricks on Kole and Joey.
I popped out and scared them every chance I could.
I turned the music up.
I turned the bass up.
I put some lip gloss on.
I danced my big ol' mom butt around the house. (to the tune of Welcome to Atlanta Remix)
I tried to get the kids to follow me.
It kinda worked. Guess they don't love Jermaine Dupri as much as I do.
We had an inside picnic and played a new version of Candy Land.
Which, P.S., if Kole named it would be called "Cheat Cheat Cheat and Make The Game Last A Long Long Time."
We took a walk.
And decided to have mini races. Probably 45 mini races to get around our block? 45?.... maybe 60?
When we got home- I said, "Let's go again!"
It felt good to breathe and be me and be 29.
I used to think I had to keep that gray in there.
Make it a part of myself.
You know, She's young and perfect with this striking gray hair.
The young and perfect apply but the striking gray hair... looked more like kinked up tinsel.
Nothing young about that.
Red is it for me right now.
So sexy.
And- as we all know- "Sexy" and "Patty" are synonymous.
Try a new color to shake off the winter doldrums.
Works. *wink* Like a charm.
The shade of hot pink nail polish, however, is a little too "trying too hard."
It's gotta go.
Picture on the way...
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Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Preschool Problems
In September Kole started preschool. His classroom is idyllic. Little chairs, little tables, little computers. Well. I guess the computers are normal sized just on little desks. He likes preschool and he likes that he gets to go by himself. Without Joey. As much as he has taken to Joey lately- it still seems like Joey is the pebble in the shoe of Kole. Joe Joe sure is a happy pebble though!
Most days Kole is so happy when he comes home.
Mom! We sang about Scat the Cat! She's blue!
Mom! We had GRAHAM CRACKERS! (He was so happy about this. I was like, "What?! CHILD! I be giving you graham crackers every day!)
Mom! I can button my shirt! Look! Peek-a-boooo, Pull It Through!
Mom! They have a new turntable for the trains!
Mom! I like Rockwell. He's my friend now!
But a couple times Kole comes home all weighed down by the Preschool World.
His shoulders are drooped and he says he is "just very tired."
(But he can't say "j" so it's "I'm woost very tired.")
One day he was especially low. When I asked what was wrong he just sighed and looked away.
What is it little cub?
Today, I really wanted to sit by Bridger. But somebody else sat in the seat by him and the teacher told me to pick a different chair.
And then Kole sobbed. He sobbed until his face was blotchy and his body was limp.
The most practical part inside of me said: This kid. Poor guy thinks he's got it rough because he couldn't sit by Bridger. PREschool problems. Itty bitty preschool problems. Life is so easy for him if all that's wrong is he can't sit by Bridger. He has no idea.
And then I realized...
Preschool problems happen our whole life.
There will be more times he won't get to sit by the person he wants to sit by.
And more than once it'll probably be someone telling him that he can't sit by them instead of him just not getting there fast enough. There will be friends that aren't really his friends. There will be people to call him names and call him out and not call when they say they will. He won't make every team he tries out for. There will be times he'll only get 2nd place. And times he won't place at all. He'll have break-ups. And college rejection letters. There will be jobs he won't get. There will be unfair consequences to unfair rules. He will fail even when he works hard. He will be hurt. A lot. And there will be many days when he'll want to sob until he is limp.
He will have preschool problems for the rest of his life.
Because Preschool Problems are real-life problems that start too young.
And when I realized that...
I put his head up on my shoulder and told him,
"Today was just a bad day, Cub. But, don't worry. Its probably your last one."
And I broke out the Double Stuffed Oreos* and we went out to watch the tractors.
*Gotta start eating through emotions at an early age.
Most days Kole is so happy when he comes home.
Mom! We sang about Scat the Cat! She's blue!
Mom! We had GRAHAM CRACKERS! (He was so happy about this. I was like, "What?! CHILD! I be giving you graham crackers every day!)
Mom! I can button my shirt! Look! Peek-a-boooo, Pull It Through!
Mom! They have a new turntable for the trains!
Mom! I like Rockwell. He's my friend now!
But a couple times Kole comes home all weighed down by the Preschool World.
His shoulders are drooped and he says he is "just very tired."
(But he can't say "j" so it's "I'm woost very tired.")
One day he was especially low. When I asked what was wrong he just sighed and looked away.
What is it little cub?
Today, I really wanted to sit by Bridger. But somebody else sat in the seat by him and the teacher told me to pick a different chair.
And then Kole sobbed. He sobbed until his face was blotchy and his body was limp.
The most practical part inside of me said: This kid. Poor guy thinks he's got it rough because he couldn't sit by Bridger. PREschool problems. Itty bitty preschool problems. Life is so easy for him if all that's wrong is he can't sit by Bridger. He has no idea.
And then I realized...
Preschool problems happen our whole life.
There will be more times he won't get to sit by the person he wants to sit by.
And more than once it'll probably be someone telling him that he can't sit by them instead of him just not getting there fast enough. There will be friends that aren't really his friends. There will be people to call him names and call him out and not call when they say they will. He won't make every team he tries out for. There will be times he'll only get 2nd place. And times he won't place at all. He'll have break-ups. And college rejection letters. There will be jobs he won't get. There will be unfair consequences to unfair rules. He will fail even when he works hard. He will be hurt. A lot. And there will be many days when he'll want to sob until he is limp.
He will have preschool problems for the rest of his life.
Because Preschool Problems are real-life problems that start too young.
And when I realized that...
I put his head up on my shoulder and told him,
"Today was just a bad day, Cub. But, don't worry. Its probably your last one."
And I broke out the Double Stuffed Oreos* and we went out to watch the tractors.
*Gotta start eating through emotions at an early age.
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