Shew. I was all psyched to whine about how I thought things would calm down now that Daniel’s party is over (happy birthday for today!!) and how there is no end, but then it paled in comparison to what Stacey’s had to deal with today.
Ok, maybe just a little whine..
I rushed home yesterday as our awesome hairdresser, Maryke, was coming around. If you live in the Northern Suburbs of Cape Town and you have zero time for yourself or to fight with kids at hairdressers she is the answer. She comes to our house every 6 weeks and cuts everyone’s hair (except for Etienne) and we all worship her. And she is reasonable. And she is good company. And she is friggin awesome with kids. And she listens when you say “only a little off the back please”
I have been growing out my hair for ages and I decided that it was time to cut a whack off as most of the layers have grown in. I was also feeling brave enough to not have Maryke thin out my hair at the top. Bit of a miscalculation as it turns out as I had completely underestimated the thickness of my hair as clearly I haven’t seen it in it’s natural state in the last 20 years. After she left I caught my reflection in the kitchen window and I thought, this looks like Princess Leia hair, all bushy on the sides. As I let the thought go I walk into the lounge and Isabel pipes up: Mamma! Jy’t princess Leia hare!
Sigh.
Inbetween all of that I was trying to bake my usual quick sheet cake for Daniel for school today when I realised we were out of oil and I sent Etienne off to the 7/11 after a verbal scuffle about who has less petrol in their car (I won that one, but because I’m stubborn as shit I ended up having to drive to put petrol in my car later anyway).
Then we made dinner.
Then I mixed the batter for the cake.
Then Etienne burnt his hand on some hot oil.
Then we had dinner.
Then the kids went off to bed, herded by Etienne.
Then I coloured my hair.
Then I decorated the cake.
Then I showered and dried my hair.
And then I collapsed.
Tonight I am baking carrot muffins for someone for a baby shower. And I know I shouldn’t have overcommitted myself, but she asked so nicely ages ago already and I said I would.
I just hope they come out ok, I will be mortified if they don’t!