Monday, January 5, 2009

sandy hair, blows in the air...

so i opened the door this morning. it was the ups man. he handed me the package...and sort of looked at me funny. like sort of tilted his head to the side...and half smiled.

i thought..."what's his problem? i mean, i'm still in my pjs...so what!".

that was around 9 am.

it's now 1130. and i just looked at myself in the mirror. first time today. and this is what i saw....



now i realize that he was wondering how in the world i got my hair that way.
folks....this is motherhood. i don't know how i did it. i couldn't recreate this birds nest if i tried.

1 comment:

Tinsley Family said...

so so funny, i love the hair so much :) and i love you. small group was great and the food was wonderful. Pratt is the cutest baby boy in the world.

you know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. - dr. seuss

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