I woke up yesterday with a sore arm, because I slept with a hair “pretty” on my wrist all night, and for anyone who’s ever done that, it seems to travel up your arm while you sleep, to the point of leaving a pretty painful indent when you wake.
I stared at the painful indentation on my arm, scowling at it pitifully. This wasn’t accidental. I wore it on my wrist to sleep because, if I dared put it down somewhere, it would be LOST INTO OBLIVION.
My children are like Houdini- POOF, hair pretties, GONE!
We had two baskets filled with hair-ties and poofy pretties, all sweet and matchy-matchy with my girl’s outfits. Now, I can’t find a pink one, let alone two that match. What gives? I went and purchased three packages of those no-metal, non-pulling elastics, particularly for my hair for working out and running. ALL GONE.
How do they keep disappearing?
My daughter took my hair down to brush my hair earlier. I watched her put the pretty besides me. I made the mistake of not, IMMEDIATELY, taking it and putting it on my wrist. Now? GONE. JUST GONE.
Is there some hair-pretty-stealing ghost that lives with us, hoarding them? Or do my children secretly hate my doing their hair, and they’re tossing them out when I’m not looking?
What the heck!? Send coffee. And hair accessories. Sigh.
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