This week marked the start of me taking on extra tasks at work while a coworker is taking her mandatory 60 days off. The particular things I had to learn are detailed and complicated, and I was sweating bullets all week trying to make sure it all went well. So far, so good. I only had a couple of days training with her over the phone and video conferencing to learn. It's hard to think of everything that could happen - every possible scenario - in that short amount of time. And actually, the first time I had to execute this particular task, I goofed it all up. But it was a good thing - really - because it forced me to think my way out of it, and things started to make sense, instead of being something I was doing just from memory. But I went to bed really early that night, completely worn out.
And gosh - that's pretty much it. How boring - losing weight, and learning new tricks at work. Oh wait - my eye infection finally HEALED!! It was an entire month I had that thing. I practically kissed my contacts when we were finally able to become one again. And makeup. I'd forgotten how nice I could actually look, and it was a pleasant treat to view myself with makeup again. So there's that.
Our Mia finally lost her front tooth this past week. Just like her mama - a total victory when that tooth finally broke loose. It was hanging by a thread for almost a week, but no one had the chutzpah to just yank it out. So she worked on it and wiggled it and wiggled it. And this is what happened:
Wish I could have been there, but I hear the tooth fairy wrote her a very glittery thank you note accompanied by an equally glittery dollar.
Not to be outdone, sister Hayden has been practicing her party tricks:
She definitely doesn't take after me. Sadly. Numbers and me were never friends... She just got enrolled for preschool in the fall, and she should take it by storm. This girl is no shrinking violet.
And that about wraps up the week. Except for one thing. I totally whacked my hair off. Again. I was afraid I wouldn't like it, but as luck would have it, I really really do. Katie likes my long hair better. Maybe lots of people will. But I needed a change. I'm having kind of a big milestone birthday this year. We won't mention which one just yet, but it's definitely a milestone. I've just lost 20 pounds, and will lose even more before I'm done. My face has thinned down. Everything has miraculously shrunk down. Dare I say it, I'm starting to look a little sassy. And I needed a change to reflect that, and to celebrate a little bit. So I celebrated by changing my hair. Switching up my look. I tried all day to take a selfie that did the new do justice, and I wasn't successful. This is the hairstyle I was going for:
So if you can just ignore the gorgeous 18 year old and picture the same thing on me, this is it:
It's layered with lots of movement, and it's super SUPER easy. Dries and styles in just a few minutes. Bike riding? Just pull off that bike helmet and ruffle it up and it looks just fine. For now, I'm very happy. Best news is that I got invited to be one of the hair models in a class at my salon next month. It'll be some new technique, and that's what will make it look a whole lot more interesting than it does right now. And at no charge - WOOT! So stay tuned. My look is ever changing, along with life in general. I'm just getting in shape so I can stay nimble.
Finally, I want to wish my son Scott a very happy birthday. His birthday is June 3rd, and I wish like anything I could have been there to celebrate with him. He invited me to come, but the flight prices were not in my favor. He is turning 30 - the same age I was when I had him. It seems incredible, but there you go. Life just keeps happening. Children get to be the same age you were just yesterday. And you get to be an age that you thought was reserved for your mother. Or your grandmother. And you realize it's not so bad after all. Beauty comes in all ages and sizes, after all.