So today I was all excited about my hair appointment when my mom called and said she'd still watch the kids but she was sick and that my dad was even sicker. Hmmmm. She wasn't sick yesterday. Don't tell her I told you but I suspect she just realized what she was getting herself into and didn't feel like several hours of chaos and loudness. Or maybe she was sick, but the timing was good.Luckily, they're able to get me in tomorrow and I'll just have to go in and majorly kiss my hairdresser's ass for the last minute cancellation, but what could I do? Although, trust me, I did consider dropping the kids off at my mom's and "risking it". Honestly, three hours of leisurely adult conversation (usually about my dorky books!), a scalp massage, a glass of wine, and pretty hair is worth risking the kids' health for. They would only be sick for a few days, but my hair will look great for 6 weeks. Mr. Ashley is going to watch them tomorrow, so everyone's mental and physical health (including my parents) should probably be fine.
We did meet up with The Renee and her crew for sunset. We had chicken strips, potato salad, fruit, cookies and Pinot Grigio and it was a lovely evening. It would have been even better without kids, but what can you do. They were good, kids are just so much work. The little kid wanted to eat sand like it was sugar and someone was always needing something.
The Renee and I happen to have babies that were born on the same day. We were also due on the same day, and both went 2 days over. They are so adorable to see together, but eating in front of them is like roasting a pig on an island of hungry vultures. The screeching, pushing, pulling, grabbing, biting, slobbering is so alarming you almost forget how cute they are. But then you throw a bite of food at each of them and they're all smiles and giggles and sweet breathy coos and you almost forget that twenty seconds ago they would have teamed up to rip your jugular out for a cookie.
Okay dude, you get her around the neck and I'll grab the cookie.
(editor's note: I have noticed that lately it seems that I've been drinking a lot. Please know that I really don't drink that much and this is just a summer thing, or a going out so much thing, or possibly the beginning of becoming an alcoholic, whatever you'll stay tuned for. Also, please take into account that at least two cups out of that bottle had to be dumped after someone [evil babies]
