One Step Forward..

Load number 401,205,221 of laundry is in the machine as I type this. A big result of my “organizing” has been finding clothes to donate, re-pack (off-season stuff) or to wear – but most of it needs to be washed just because it’s been sitting in a heap somewhere for lord-only-knows how many months.

Plus? The kids have some new hand-me-downs from friends.

I remember as a kid when people would drop off a bag of clothes for me – sometimes for ‘dress up’ and sometimes for school clothes or whatever and I’d almost dive into the bag to see what was in there. New stuff! COOL stuff! Some of my favourite stuff was well-worn before I even got my hands on it.

Clearly I need to find some friends who are exactly the same weird proportion/size as me so we can swap stuff because now I’m all wistful.

Hand-me-downs ROCK and I am so glad my kids get to experience that delicious feeling, too.

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I got myself all ready to bleach my hair last night and, as often happens, things conspired against me. Coffee was exhausted when he came home and the last kid wasn’t in bed until after 10 and, well, yeah, then it was time for adults to chat for thirty seconds before sleep.

I would rather spend time talking to Coffee than have my hair bleached. Actually, I’d rather spend time with him than do anything else.

(I am SO envious of people whose partners work 9-5 jobs.)

Today I’m going to attempt to bleach it myself for the very first time. Please join me in praying that I don’t somehow end up bald as a result of this because I have two and a half bottles of Virgin Rose dye that really won’t look great on, say, my LEG hair.

Or maybe it would?

Either way, I don’t want to find out.. so please cross your fingers.

(Edited to add: when I asked Coffee this morning about the ratio of powder to developer to whatever-else-goes-in, he said something along the lines of “I put in three scoops. Or maybe four? Six? I can’t remember if I usually double it. Oh, and make sure you use water to check the level I drew on the container so you know how much peroxide to put in so you’ll know it’s the right amount. The powder goes in after the liquid, I think.” Doesn’t that inspire confidence?)

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The two younger kids spent yesterday running around the park with my friend Deb and her son. They had a fabulous time and they adore Deb and both of them slept like rocks.

Today they’re both collapsed on the sofa watching television – educational television, no less. In a while I’ll put on a movie that’ll totally rot their brains and render them comatose. If I had junk food I’d totally ply them with that, too, in order to maintain a peaceful household as it pours rain outside.

Oldest One is up in his room, still, finishing out his week of “sit in your room because you were being a dick”. He’s been reasonably okay with this consequence of being a dick – other than the first burst of ridiculous protestations. The truth is that he’s up in his room playing his DS and reading books and otherwise slugging around.

I figure the true ‘consequence’ won’t sink in until Friday when he’s bored out of his mind and tired of those 4 walls and he’s still gotta’ sit up there between 9 and 3pm.

Parenting: I rock.