the random end-of-week update.

I am absolutely dying for a haircut. It is growing like crazy, so it's pretty long at the moment. Plus, bunches of it fell out--it's still happening a little but it's much better now. PLUS, my darling daughter* has taken to pulling my hair out on a regular basis, so I am beginning to get broken hair too! She's tricky, that one, because she likes to play with it gently. Most of the time, she would just pet it. I am totally okay with her playing gently with my hair. I will let anyone who wants to play with my hair**. Then she would suddenly grab a handful and yank. Now she yanks it more often than she pets it. Does it speak to my level of desperation that I have let her do it for a few seconds at a time just to have a break from the whining? I shouldn't talk about how whiny she is because honestly, she usually isn't. When she is, though, it just drives me up a wall. My current hypothesis is that she wants some independence from Mommy. If I put her down, she often quits whining and plays by herself. She's just not that GOOD at playing by herself just yet so it's more stressful for me sometimes than it is to hold her... except when she whines. She really is tricky, isn't she? Give me some space, Mama! Anyway, I've been working on that theory today and she's been in better spirits. Also, my kitchen is clean because I wasn't holding her all day.

Today is Friday and I am terribly excited about the upcoming weekend goodness. M has to go to Lucia rehearsal for a few hours, which I may or may not attend. He has gotten roped into being the narrator for the program again this year. Other than that, we have a lovely expanse of time free. M doesn't even have to do much in the way of work at his freelance job because he was super-productive this week. M has indicated that he would like it if I would cut his hair. I have indicated that I am boycotting the haircutting until I get a haircut of my own, so we might do that tomorrow. I have lived here more than three years and I still don't know where to go to get a haircut. That might be why it's been over a year since my last haircut, now that I think about it. I figure that if I get a terrible haircut now, though, it won't really matter because the only ones who see me most days are Evelyn and M. Oddly freeing, that. I would also like to take a holiday photo of the three of us so I can put together a little Christmas card thingie. Great timng because I also have the mother of all zits coming on. My skin used to be really nice and clear, but pregnancy ruined it, and it still hasn't cleared up. I'm sure that's more than anyone needed to know. Basically, this post is just to tell you that I am hairy and my skin looks bad. Yay the internet!

Oi. There's a local commercial on just now with two kids on it, and I swear, at first glance, I thought one of them was wearing a Halloween mask. Then I felt terrible because clearly, he had something wrong with him. Then he kept talking and I decided maybe it was just his teeth that made him look (and sound) that way. I know that parents don't know when their kids are ugly but... really? Couldn't anyone come up with a tactful way to dissuade them from putting this kid in a commercial? Unless maybe they are hoping for a heaping helping of guilt for thinking their kid is so ugly that he was wearing a monster mask. I am a terrible person and I can't believe I am posting this. Yay the internet!

p.s. carrieb, I made your Mexican chicken last night. It was yummy! It was for chimis, but the leftovers will be for the enchiladas. :) Just so you know that the poor batch of sauce will not linger unloved for long. :)

*Does anyone else thing that DH, DD, DS, etc as abbreviations for Darling Husband, Darling Daughter, Darling Son is freaking stupid sounding? Of course, if I were to list my peeves with internet abbreviations, we would be here all day long.

**That's not entirely true. The summer I stayed with M in Sweden, we were walking along a crowded street in Stockholm when we passed one of those cafes with outdoor tables. My hair was waist-length then, and as we walked by, a man sitting at a table outside reached out and stroked/grabbed my hair. It was really, really weird. I suppose I do draw the line at having strangers play with my hair.