Hairapy

This might possibly qualify as the worst day I've had all year at school.

Vagueness isn't one of my better qualities, but I totally have to delve down deep and try to pull it out. Just can't go into details, as much as I want to.

I cried a lot today. A lot. A lot. At the end of the day there was no makeup left on my face, and I had run my hands through my hair so many times that it was remarkably hideous. Not good. Not good at all.

I warned my kids in the car on the way home that I had had a rotten day, so we discussed (i.e. I told them) that we were going to work extra hard today to be sweet to each other and basically....don't get on mom's nerves! Sounds harsh, but seriously...not sure how much more I can take today.

I told the boys that they could play outside or watch TV, but that I was going to take a few minutes and try to relax. I plopped down here to spend some quality time with all of my friends who live in my computer (such good therapy for me).

Next thing I see is this:

And then he sat down to do this:

I cannot tell you how much I love to have my hair brushed. Kirk knows that one way straight to my heart is to brush my hair, and I have often bribed my boys to brush while they watch cartoons. Talk about hairapy.

So my little angel came to my rescue today. I swear I didn't ask him to do it. I guess he just sensed his mama needed a little pampering today. Sweet boy.

I'd have him paint my toenails, too, if I didn't think my living room would end up looking like Jackson Pollack just got ahold of it!! :)