The things we do for beauty!

Well, here they are. My newly threaded eyebrows!

If anyone ever tells you that threading doesn't hurt. Well, trust me, they lie! I am very happy with the results but it's really plucking on crack! They pluck out a bunch of hairs all at one time. It looks nice and clean now that the redness is all gone but man, it HURT!! I will go back but not until I have had a few shots!

ok... here is the hairdo. I still have to grow quite a bit out on the sides but it's getting there. I am also going back to my natural dark hair but I am going to get some darker highlights to add some depth.

Excuse the lack of pretty much all make up. It was after my evening shower! Very scary looking when you take your own picture! ACK!!!

Mid Life Crisis!

Well, Saturday is the day I re-invent myself. I have been wearing the same hair style for a good 5-6 years. That is a long time for me. I am bored. I have been growing it to get it cut into a new style. Well, Saturday is the day. I will become the almost 42 year old goddess I am on the inside on the outside. Then I head off to another salon to have my eyebrows threaded. I have been growing those out too and can't wait for my new perfect eyebrows.

To say the least, between the grown out hair and the bushy eyebrows, I am sure fire going to run into my biggest jr. high crush named David (no, not the one I married) in all of my full blown, Sasquatch glory!

You Can Have it All... No you can't!

Well, I have come to realize you can't have it all. Go ahead and slam me if you want. It's my blog and I can just delete your comments if you don't agree!

I always said that even when I had kids, I wanted to work outside the home. I thought it was amazing those women who could do it all. Have kids and a life! Well, I have it alright and I hate it!

I say, yes, you can work full time outside the home. You can be a parent. You can do it all. Can you do it all well? I don't think so.

I hate being a working mom. I find nothing glamorous about it. I find it draining physically and even more emotionally. I hate waking C up from a cozy sleep to take her to daycare. I love her daycare, but I hate when they call me to pick her up sick and I actually have to worry about how to get her, who to get her, how will I get my work done, I am out of sick days and it's only April. I hate it. I feel like I am not a great graphic designer and I am not a great mom. I want to be a great mom and I could care less about being a graphic designer. I wish I could be in the time when I was a child. Every mom was a stay at home mom. I want to be that mom and I would be great at it!

C is the reason I was born, ads in a newspaper are not!

Oh please... let my lottery numbers come up on Friday!

A little Easter P & P

Happy Easter!

Happy Easter!

Well, we are all ready for Easter. C has an adorable, sweet little cotton sleeveless dress. Some real Italian leather shoes and little ankle socks. (no, mommy does NOT have Italian leather shoes but C does!) Of course, the temperature when we go to church is supposed to be a balmy 24 degrees! What the heck. Now the adorable dress will be covered up by a very sweet sweater and the ankle socks replaced by tights that will cause baggy saggy elephant ankles that will NOT highlight the Italian leather shoes.

I do believe in Global Warming but apparently, it does not apply on Easter. It would be nice if in one year we could wear the Easter dress without the wool Christmas coat AND wear the Halloween costumes without a snow suit to ruin the whole look.

Well, that's just how it is. I just wish there were somebunny to complain to...

Bad Mommy?

Well, it's official. The flu has hit our house. I don't mean the gastro thing that people call the flu. I mean the full blown Influenza A flu. As the dr. described it, it's like your worst cold ever multiplied by 10! That plus a fever up to 105! And of all people to get it, C. The poor little think is miserable. We are treating her with Motrin and Tamaflu and just have to wait it out for the 5 or so days.

Of course, the dr. came in with the results and first question... did you get the flu shot for her. No, I said. Doogie Howser just gave me the look like, see! (I love this guy but he is crazy young) I explained that if they would get the mercury free version I'd pay for it out of pocket but I will not inject mercury into her. He explained that it's a very small amount. Yes, I do know that. I then explained that we KNOW C will have cognitive delays. I have no intention of putting something into her that may (I will say may until I know 100%) cause further problems. If I had it to do all over, I would do it the same all over again. I am willing to go through 5 days of miserable (I have already been thrown up on 3 times) for a lifetime of not wondering if I should have given the vaccine. Luckily Doogie did say that next year they will be getting some mercury free so I will be the first in line with my checkbook if needed. I stick by my decision but to then go to the check out desk, have the same conversation with the receptionist, then the pharmacy tech... listen people! When it's your child with the delays, it's your choice to make. I made mine and I'd do it again!

I am a good mommy who only wants what is best for my girl. I have a medical background and go into these things with lots of thought. Quit asking me ok?

Well off to get some Motrin into her and clean up the messiest (yet still cute) nose I have ever seen!

Preschool? She's too little for preschool!

Well, I have to say, 4 years ago, I didn't think I would ever be sending a little one off to preschool. Well, the time is coming. C is finishing up this school year in the Early Intervention program and in the fall she will graduate to the PAL (play and learning) program! Yep, my little peanut is going to preschool.

We had a transition meeting tonight. That means a meeting to set minds at ease, to help with transition, to make the change less traumatic... for the PARENTS!!!

C will be riding the bus come fall! She is barely 25 pounds and she'll be riding the bus. I will probably be following the bus in a little convoy of other parents.

She will LOVE preschool and even more, I know she will LOVE the bus ride.

My little one is growing up and I don't know if I am ready yet.