Bad Hair Day

BAD HAIR DAY

Bad hair days are something else, but I will never let them get me down. I love those days, because then I can look like the rest of the people who are always looking like just got out of bed. I am sure it took them many hours and lots of time to get the hairstyle that just comes naturally to me. I have short hair, and that means that it is about 4 inches long. This is the perfect length to have a bad hair day every day. I wake up, get out of bed and I always look like a monster that crawled out of a cave. I love it. Some of my hair looks normal and flat, some is all tangled up and the rest is sticking straight up in the air. The only way to fix the problem is to get my hair wet or wash it. I guess I would be better off if my hair was curly or wavy, because then it might look like a coordinated mess. It wouldn’t be fun though. How can you have fun if your hair looks perfect all the time? I like the mess. I wonder if the way your hair looks reflects on the way the rest of you life? I might want to think about that. I stay home all the time and my hair is a mess, so is the house. I think I should start doing my hair every single day. I AM tired of a messy house so I think I will try this little experiment to see if I can get a cleaner house.

The kids always like to pretend a monster is chasing them, so here I come. I will start my experiment tomorrow.

Energetic Kids

I would have to say that the best part of my day is spending it with my energetic kids. From the moment they crawl in bed with me in the morning until I kiss them goodnight at the end of the day they are what keeps me going. I have two kids, a boy who is almost five and a girl who is three. My son, Joe, is pure boy and my girl, Sally, is girl all the way. Joe likes hunting and trucks. He will creep around the house stalking elk and polar bears. He spends the afternoons playing with his cars and trucks. Sally likes wearing dresses and playing with dolls. She never wears shirts and pants. Her dolls are always wearing the latest fashions.

They love playing with each other and running races around the house. That is their favorite thing. They have an aunt that runs cross-country in high school, so they like to run races in the house when she is running. Cooking is the second thing Joe and Sally like to do the most. They have pretend food and dishes and they like making people birthday cakes and dinner. They wear their aprons and are always busy doing dishes or laying out them out for the meal Joe and Sally have prepared for me.

I enjoy cooking for them and caring for them every day, with their help of course. We often have our bumps along the road, but the energy Joe and Sally have gives me the energy to get things done. I am doing what I need to do for my energetic kids, so they can grow into energetic adults.

The joy of a cold or is it joy?

I wonder does anybody think that a cold can be joyful? I really do not think so. I know that I have not had any joys out of the colds that I have had in the past three months. This first cold I had in over a year began the first of September. I was coming back from vacation in Wyoming. We were driving and because of the elevation change, my ears got so plugged they hurt for three days. I could never get them to completely pop. The next couple of colds were not so bad for me, but they were really bad for my daughter. She would wake up at 4:00 every single morning. She woke up at the same time for at least a week. It was terrible. I was so tired from being awakened every night. Now, this latest cold I have in not much better than the first. I have had it for about a week and most of the time my nose is so plugged I can’t even breathe. I am just glad that I am old enough that I can take the cold medicine. I just suffer along with the kids when they get sick. I know there is no joy to having a cold.