frazzled & frumpy

"Mo-om! Can you take me to Wal-Mart?" You should see my hair. I washed it today, for reals. I sort of straightened my bangs. The rest? Meh. I'm a little nervous to straighten all of it because a couple days ago I tried to straighten my earlobe. It's still sort of curvy, though. And, now, it's a nice shade of red and has a lovely scab. "Mo-om! I really need a new phone.  Can we go at 7?" Do I need to put on makeup? If I don't, I can pretty much guarantee that I will run into one of my neighbors, or that girl from high school who is now a supermodel. (Do supermodels go to Wal-Mart?  Probably, if they're also from Idaho.)  What about a bra?  Yeah, I should put one on. Don't want to end up in one of those 'People of Wal-Mart' videos. "Mo-om!" I haven't gone anywhere today. There has been no need for gussying up.  Maybe I should make myself presentable.  The Handy Man swears he doesn't care how I look. I think ...

My daughters came to me last night with that 'we want something' look on their faces.  They batted their eyes and called me 'Mommy'.  Then came the favor.  And, after begging me to take them and a friend to the movies this weekend, I asked the girls what was in it for me. "What do you mean?"  "I mean, what will you do for me in return?" "Like??" "Like, you could babysit all day on Saturday...." I was rudely interrupted. "Remember, I have that party."  "And I have a service project." Hmph!  Service.  What. Ever. Giving me a day with the Handy Man would be service. "I know, we could do her laundry." "We don't even do our own laundry." Yeah, good point. "I will think of something," I assured them.  They then smiled and squealed and did the 'we're not worthy' move and I think one of them called me Holy Mother. Weird. I will think of something, ...