Desperation is a dangerous thing.....

Especially when scissors are involved. My hair has really been bugging me lately. It was at the perfect length that it always got in my mouth. I kept finding food in it. It was like I was a three year old that constantly had sticky stuff in their hair. So last night I stood in front of my bathroom mirror with chunk of my hair in one hand and scissors in the other for fifteen minutes asking Olivia if I should cut my hair. I kept saying, "should I do it? It's really bugging me! Should I just go ahead and cut it?" And my darling daughter answered me every time with an enthusiastic "Ya!" while she went through my makeup drawer and put on my chapstick. So I took my almost two year olds advice and cut my hair. And then panicked! When Scott got home he cut the other side of my hair that I was afraid to finish. I can't believe I let my husband cut my hair. If that doesn't say trust I don't know what does. Okay, trust really had nothing to do with it. I was just desperately hoping he could help me fix what I started. It didn't turn out too bad, but don't examine the cut too close. Tucking my hair behind my ears really camouflages things.

I sent my mom four pictures and she never got them and before I could get any trusted outside opinion on my hair it was time for me to go to church. I actually got a few compliments on it and my sister approved. I know she would tell my the truth.



If you are wondering what is wrong with my face, it's a no makeup day. Will I ever cut my hair by myself again? Probably not.

 On a different note, I made the best banana bread I have ever had yesterday. It has a delicious sugary streusely crust on the top. Here's the link. You can thank me later. http://tastykitchen.com/recipes/breads/extra-special-banana-bread/

Payback

Last night my son got me back for all the times that I have scared him, and he did it without even trying.  He likes to listen to music at night which I am okay with until it is time for me to go to bed. I have to have it really quiet in the house or I just can't sleep. Connor's room is right across the hall from ours so I can hear his music quite clearly. I usually sneak into his room when I am headed to bed and turn his music off. Last night I snuck into his room and was just about to turn his music off when I realized that he wasn't asleep, but was sitting up staring at me. Scared the living daylights out of me! I am suprised I didn't scream. Do you know how creepy it is to see someone sitting up and staring at you in the darkness? He just looked at me and said, "What are you doing in my room mom?" When I recovered enough to talk, I just told him I was checking on him. I just wanted to make sure he was doing okay. I am not sure he really believed me. I tried to sneak back in his room later to turn off his music but the kid was still awake. Why was it taking so long for him to go to sleep? Maybe he was waiting for me to come back in. I eventually just went in and told him I had to turn his music down, it was driving mommy crazy. I think next time I will send Scott in there, he doesn't scare as easily as I do.