Friday, YEAH!

Happy Friday, Everyone!

Let's see.... today's updates.. oh. I know.

I am going to get my hair colored today.

Because I am on a downward slide to frumpy -I am almost 35, I am a mother of three, I drive a van and I have an addicition to cardigans - I am going to have my hair cut and colored this afternoon. My inner hooch says, "Hey Mel. Do something sassy. Dye your hair red. Make it stripey. Get Dave's attention."

My cardigan/turtleneck wearning outward momma says, "Stick with your basic brown. It is cheaper. It is easier to dye. You can cover your gray better. You will not embarrass yourself."

Wonder who will win?

When I leave the salon (or beauty shop) I always have pageant hair. When I wake up the next morning, my hair does not look much different then when I went to sleep. One day last April, I had my hair cut. I stopped at the red light by the house. The lady in the car next to me looked at me like this:

Then, when I got home, my kids looked like this.

So, anyways, it will be interesting to see what happens tonight. I will keep you updated :)

SNOW!

Finally - it is the snow I have been waiting on.

But wait!

When I prayed and begged and pleaded

for some snow for my children to play in,

well, I never thought about the fact that

I STILL HAVE TO GO TO WORK.

So here I am, sitting in an office with no windows.

Waiting.

To.

Go.

Home.

and make some soup.

I think that I need to go to the grocery store yet again.

This will be my fourth trip this week.

I guess I need to be more specific

and pray for snow that drifts up over my front door

and does not allow me to

drive the 1 1 /2 miles

to work.

One day

I will

be

a

teacher

and I will

be on

my children's

schedules

and stay at home

and play with them.

Sometimes it is best not to complain.

This morning, Tripp was complaining about brushing his teeth.

Nothing new there.

We were running late.
We had to go get Mallie.
Eli tells me, "Me and Emma are gonna go get in the van, OK?"
So I say, "Eli, don't forget her coat."
He says, "OK."

And they are gone.

Teeth get brushed.
We get in the van.

We go get Mallie.
I take Eli to school.
He gets out.
I take Mallie and Emma to school next.

As they start to get out, I notice Emma does NOT have a coat on. She is putting a hoodie on from the trunk - a hoodie that is lightweight, that I keep extra for ballgames when the wind is blowing.

I was just so mad at Eli, I couldn't see straight.

I took Tripp to school next. Dave pulled up in front of me. I told him that I was going to Eli's school to tell him that because of him, I have to go back home, get Emma's coat, and take it back to her school. She cannot be without a coat.

And I did. Eli had no excuse.

Then, I went back to the house to get Emma's coat.

I walked into the house and there was a burning smell. I checked the coffee pot. It was turned off. Emma's coat was not in the usual coat place. So I walked thru the house, checking for her coat. And the burn smell got worse.

In the living room, up against the heater, was the Disney Princess Chair. Burning. Smoking. Stinking.

IF Eli hadn't forgot Emma's coat, IF he would have actually listened, well, our house would have burned down.

I picked the chair up, and took it outside. The plastic on the seams stuck to my fingers.

I guess that today I am thankful for Eli's goofiness and his thirteen year old hard-of-hearing issues.