.:about bits and bops and bad hair day:.

Don't you just love it when you wash your hair last thing before bed thinking: go on now, surprise me! Because you've had bad hair days before in your life, and they were REALLY bad hair days... And you worried about then, because it was high school and your big crush was smashing and always perfect... Later you worried that you wouldn't look like a crazy woman during a teacher-parents meeting when you were getting to know your seven-year-old students' parents for the first time, or presenting a conference in front of 100 or people (some of which you would definitely see again)... 

Oh, sweet freedom it is when you don't have a silly crush anymore and your husband has already seen worse hair than that of a bad hair day... What untamed feeling when your daughter doesn't care what hair looks like and if you really think it is that bad you can work a hat into your outfit tomorrow morning and wear a big smile with it... 

Tomorrow I'll try to get back on track with the posts and stuff... My sweet little lady is having a hard time get in tune with her new routine, and so am I... She wanted more time to be together with me, and I guess I wish it doubled... But the day has just so many hours... And those in the morning have become the longest hours ever in the history... Longer than waiting for TLOTR to finish so that you can run to the bathroom in the cinema kind of long... But pass they do... And we will make it... Right now? Not looking forward to september...