The last time I was at the hairdressers she tried to prompt me to book my next appointment then because she was going away. I didn't have my diary with me so I said I'd do it later. Well of course that was a mistake. Life gets ridiculously busy, school holidays happen, you try to run an amazingly successful business LOL and all of a sudden your darling (not) husband is saying, oh goodness you do have quite a bit of grey hair don't you...........in some countries, that is grounds for divorce. Just another thing to add to my list of complaints about The Singing Chef. I mean isn't it written in the wedding vows, though shall not mention greying hair, wider hips, sagging breasts (this clearly does not apply to me LOL, they were already a little saggy at the wedding, hehe) and wrinkles. Seriously, the man isn't looking so hot himself these days, but I digress. When your very unobservant husband notices the grey hair it is clearly, screamingly time to do something. But with sessions and life again time drags on so this morning when I woke up excited about my appointment and my son seemed to have a little cough I wasn't happy. The Singing Chef wondered whether he should stay home from Preschool. Hmmmm, are you going to stay home with him, no, I thought not. I'll be frank, the kids could've been vomiting into a bowl with a limb hanging off this morning and they weren't staying home. Enough is enough. There is a point where you just can't put your blood sucking family members ahead of yourself. And people, that point had been reached. My grey hair was taking priority.
Okay, okay, his cough only lasted 5 minutes so no need to ring DOCS just yet but do you understand where I'm coming from. Mother's need to make themselves a priority sometimes and all too often we don't. Hairdresser appointments are a trivial thing I know, but it is a symptom of what mother's are like. Once you hold that first beautiful bundle of love in your arms you are forever destined to put someone else ahead of yourself, in all areas, in every situation. Woman are such nurturers and givers, it's what makes us so wonderful and amazing, but sometimes, just every now and then, your hair appointment simply has to take priority and today was my day LOL..........and it goes without saying that now I am looking pretty HOT!!!!!!
On the weekend I took Little Miss Thang shopping for her summer wardrobe. Summer wardrobe I hear you question? Yes I hear you sisters. Why on earth would summer clothing be in stores at the start of August I ask you. Buggered if I know. But if you don't get in there and get buying then you miss the good stuff, well that's what Little Miss Thang told me and she knows shopping!!!!!!!!!
I generally never take her with me, what I do is buy everything I like then bring it home, we have a fashion parade and we decide what to keep. Not entirely sure where my brain went the moment I suggested we go together (I think it was back in the delivery suite from when my second child was born) but I put the idea out there and she jumped at the chance. I swear to you it will never be happening again. It's not that she was naughty, no, but oh my, in one store I stood outside the changing room curtain for (wait for it) 40 minutes while she tried on outfit after outfit. I mean what is going on people? On a sunny Saturday afternoon it is only fitting that I should be reclining on the couch, champers in hand being a lady of leisure. But no, I was standing in a smelly changeroom watching my far too tall, gorgeous daughter try on clothes I could only dream of. In fact, if I was younger, she wasn't my daughter and I didn't love her, I could hate her, LOL. There were a few pouty moments where I said "yuk" and she dropped the lip. I'll let you guess who won.
We went to pretty much every store created by man and spent hundreds of dollars, all in the name of putting smiles on faces, hehe. Then we came home and she tried everything on and did a fashion parade for daddy. And in the end when I looked at her shining sweet face I realised, it truly is "all about smiles on faces"................kinda. There is something so primal about being able to provide nice things for your children. In some ways I guess it is what is wrong with society today. It is why so many people are struggling with their credit card debt and keeping up with the Joneses. There really is a ridiculous rush from giving your children what they want.
The problem is I guess, if we give them everything they want, then they will never learn how to work hard for the things they want. So how do we find the right balance? How do we fulfull our need in this age of more disposable income to give our children what we didn't have, whilst at the same time instilling the important things in them like looking after what they have, treasuring the things they have, a work ethic to get them through life. I don't know, I feel like we don't completely spoil our kids, yet when they break something, they just say "oh well" and move onto the next thing. It completely freaks me out. I still have the doll that I got from Santa when I was 3 and since letting the kids play with it, she is wrecked. My sweet Chrissie doll that I have loved and has seen me through thick and thin, now doesn't have the long strip of hair coming through the hole in her head with the pull cord in her back. She's got matted hair and texta on her beautiful skin. What have my ungrateful children done to her LOL?
So anyway, I'm trying my hardest, along with The Singing Chef, to raise our children to be grateful for their comfortable lifestyle, I am always telling them how very very lucky they are, that they should treasure their things and be very happy with what they have. Not sure if it is working but we are giving it a red hot go. I guess that's all we can do and hopefully it will all pay off when they are choosing our nursing home LOL............
P.S. He didn't even notice my hair!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hmmm he's a keeper, isn't it. I'll get him for that don't you worry.