My children are always wandering off with my hairbrush. Today I finished my makeup and pulled my hair out of a pony so I could attempt to tame it before book club. Finding all hairbrushes vanquished from my bathroom, I curled and sprayed my bangs and went downstairs in search of one. I seriously have at least 50 hairbrushes hiding in my house by now. Perhaps they're hanging out somewhere with all my pens, socks, and spoons?
Once downstairs I saw my cookie recipe book sitting on the table and realized my intended cookies for book club would only become a reality if I started them right away. Skimming the recipe chosen earlier in the week, the one I had already bought all the supplies for, I realized that it required 2 hours chilling time, which was approximately 3 hours longer than I had available. Thinking it would have something quick in it, I pulled out a Jello and Pudding recipe book and started looking. Of course, I didn't have any pudding in the house so I grabbed my keys and ran to the store.
As I circled the store I tried to convince myself that buying a candy bar would be alright since I missed lunch (while simultaneously trying to convince myself that the plate of macaroni and cheese I ate didn't actually count as lunch). Somewhere between the peppermint extract and Cool Whip isle I was stopped short when a deeper thought worked its way through: I had never found the hairbrush I went downstairs to find.
For several minutes I'd wandered the grocery store (the one nearest my house instead of my regular one, so I really was wandering quite lost looking) with my poor unruly hair completely untamed. I may or may not have been muttering under my breath about the store's layout and poor signage. I may or may not have stopped and stared at the candy isle longer than an adult woman should. I may or may not have started break dancing in the middle of the isle (okay, that one is a NOT, but did you enjoy the mental picture?) I may or may not be the local crazy woman, I'll leave it up to you to decide.
We have a similar hairbrush problem at our house. And I only have 1 daughter! Maybe you could get one of those bungee cord type things and bolt it to the sink. The hairbrush COULDN'T disappear then.
ReplyDeleteucmamaWhen we lived in PA, I actually did do that! It worked pretty well, but was kind of awkward. Mostly did it as a joke because it drove my husband nuts when he couldn't find a brush (pre-spiked hair days).
ReplyDeleteI live with all men and the hairbrushes still disappear. Do my son's have pink prom dresses in their future? LOL
ReplyDeleteSteph I suspect my girls aren't the only ones taking mine. If that means there are pink prom dresses in the future, we can go shop for them together.
ReplyDeleteI hope that you bought the candy bar, a new hairbrush, and a bag of cookies and called it good!
ReplyDeleteClaudia I spent the rest of the trip trying to casually glance into any reflective surface to see how bad the damage was and forgot the candy bar completely. Did remember the ingredients for a delicious peppermint chocolate parfait.
ReplyDeleteYes, I very much liked the mental image of you wandering the store like a crazy lady! :-)
ReplyDeleteBarlow- I aim to please. Children like crazy aunts the best, right?
ReplyDeleteHa ha that was a great story. I have a vivid mental image of what your hair might have looked like having been in a ponytail and not brushed. That is so funny.
ReplyDeleteKim- Being in a ponytail earlier actually kept it from being too out of control wild. But not exactly well groomed looking, either.
ReplyDeleteI need to see a picture of Peter with hair long enough to need a hairbrush.
ReplyDeleteI like how 2 hrs was 3 hrs longer than you had time for. That's my usual problem. When I don't bring a treat it is because I couldn't think of anything to make in 20 minutes w/ ingredients I already have.
I was impressed you managed to bring a dessert when your guests stayed so long that day. I only had time to put 3 kids down for a nap, mop the kitchen floor and change clothes. To think you added in a trip to the store AND the brain power to think up what to bring - that is beyond amazing.
Hey Crazy lady- Did it ever don on you, since you were going to the store to buy Jell-o why not just buy a box of cookies? ?
ReplyDeletetwinlinebackers- I skipped the mop the floor part & nap part. Peter's hair was long enough- I'll have to dig up an old picture (or you could just picture him now without the gel, it is only a little shorter than the old days).
ReplyDeleteMom at Our House- I thought about it, but everyone always has nice homemade stuff (I was giving into peer pressure, the fattening kind!)
Isn't it terrible when the kids move your stuff around the house? Your blog looks fantastic by the way. I still can't figure out how to do that navigation bar.
ReplyDeletePens, scissors, hairbrushes, and tape were all tied to strings in our house growing up. College was such an adjustment for me when I learned everyone didn't do that. I'm not quite there, but getting there quickly.
ReplyDeleteI laughed out loud as you realized you were looking for a hairbrush as you were walking down the grocery store aisle. I was right there with ya honey.
Transparent Mama- Thank you, I emailed you instructions.
ReplyDeleteNOBODY- When we see each other, lets promise to refrain from mentioning any half put on makeup, inside out clothing, or any other obviously forgotten hygiene.
It was decided a long time ago that you are the local crazy women. I mean how many kids do you have?
ReplyDeleteBoyer family- I concede the point.
ReplyDeleteThat is so funny. I went to church once with makeup on one eye and not the other. I even taught a class. It is funny when one does those kind of things.
ReplyDeleteIt is a part of motherhood. Start one thing (hair), notice or think of something else (no hairbrush), get distracted(cookies), start the process over again and take hours if ever to get back to the original thing you started (hair).
ReplyDeleteOh! I just remembered that I was working on putting my daughter down for a nap before I thought something I needed to look up real quick on the computer....
Tucker Mom- Must be a genetic defect then.
ReplyDeleteJeanette- LOL, that is my life more often than not. I think I may be the queen of distraction.
If it helps your conscience, mac & cheese never counts as lunch, unless you need it to. Like when I remember at dinner time that I never ate lunch, and then remember I did eat two forkfuls of mac & cheese off a kids' plate, so maybe that counts?
ReplyDeleteA friend of mine at Wymount once forgot to finish getting dressed. She put her bra on over her garments, grabbed a bowl of cereal, and threw on her coat. When she unzipped for her ballroom dance class, which she took with her husband, he quickly pointed out her mistake! I always like to remember that story when I forget to put on my makeup for the day or discover that my fly has been down at a party.
Mary- The worst I have done is forgotten to change out of my slippers when running errands or wearing my shirt inside out or backwards (just did that again yesterday). Luckily I've always remembered my shirt and pants!
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