Miffed. Annoyed. Frustrated. Fuming. Not happy.
Just some of the words that come to mind when trying to describe how I’m feeling right now, though ‘pissed off’ is probably the best word to use.
Why you ask?
Simple: I had to try really really hard today to NOT strangle my daughter’s hairdresser.
Let’s backtrack a little.
Lilly’s preschool starts tomorrow and the perfectionist in me thought it’d be a good idea to get her hair trimmed at the hair dressers instead of doing it myself (like I always do) because I didn’t want to risk messing it up.
I’m sure you can see where this is going.
Yup, the hair dresser managed to mess up Lilly’s hair. The silly woman wasn’t being careful and managed to take a chunk out of Lilly’s bangs, right in the middle of her forehead! I nearly screamed out loud when it happened, but there was nothing I could do; the damage was done.
So yes, I think it’s safe to say that I’m a tad miffed at the moment, and trying really hard not to go back to the hair dressers to murder that dolt of a woman.
On the bright side, at least Lilly is too young to care about a bad haircut and is as happy as ever, so there’s that.
When Lilly was born, I couldn’t wait for her to start talking so I could hear her say ‘mommy’ in that cutesy little baby voice, and when she did said it for the first time it was the best feeling in the world.
Now that she’s almost 4 though, I wish that she would maybe say ‘mommy, mommy, mommy’ a little less because after the 4,320th ‘mommy’ of the day, I’m about ready to pull my hair out.
I need more caffeine and little less noise in my life.
We woke up today to a cold, rainy and all around dreary morning, so saying that I was glad it was a Sunday and we didn’t have to leave the house would be an understatement. It was only while I was happily whipping up some omelettes that I realized that we were out of bread and a grocery run before breakfast would definitely be required.
Sigh. So much for a lazy Sunday at home.
Who can say no to pizza, right?
Sundays are meant to be lazy, it’s practically sacrilege to attempt productivity on a Sunday! It’s the one day of the week when you don’t have to feel guilty about procrastinating so why not procrastinate?
Unless of course this Sunday happens to be the first day of a trade show your husband is exhibiting at and you can’t possibly leave him to try to do it all by himself. In that case, your plans to do nothing at all get replaced by a whole lot of doing very very quickly.
So good bye procrastination, good bye lazy Sunday, and hello trade show!
Wish us luck!
Happy Father’s Day to all the under-appreciated fathers out there!
Happy Mother’s Day everyone! May your breakfast not be burned, your tea strong, your crafts not too messy and your kids as well-behaved as they can be!