Still waiting for my sub license.
The checks have all cleared.
So they liked my money anyway.
Jobe was sick Wednesday and Thursday.
He actually wanted to go to school
And I actually wanted him to go to school yesterday.
Already not used to having kiddos at home during the day.
That didn't take long.
Thursday was superhero day for the older kids.
His friends...not so much.
They are both hams.
The girls got into it too.
she said: Woman, Woman.
She and Brookie make me laugh.
All the time.
Brookelynn is, obviously, Batgirl.
You also might be wondering
why there are so many kiddos at my house.
Well, we double the number of children in our house
every school day morning.
Two of Jake's friends.
And one of Ezra's friends.
And lately, somehow,
we've even had time to do stuff like this in the morning.
Captain Underpants is a favorite right now.
I don't understand the appeal.
But he's a boy.
And he's 8.
That's probably enough said.
Plus he looks so cute in his glasses,
I just love it when he reads anything.
Tuesday I let my hair dry naturally.
And then put a little gel in it.
It's got a little wave to it when I do that.
And I thought it looked ok.
I was waiting outside of the school.
With 5,000 other parents.
At the end of the school day.
When Ezra walked out, he said
(in a not so quiet voice):
Mom, what is up with your hair?
How did I respond to that?
I ignored it.
And then, did the same thing again Thursday.
Just for fun.
And then, didn't comb my hair this morning
before taking him to school.
(He always wants me to walk him to his classroom door.)
He didn't even notice.
So here's what I've learned.
Bed head is acceptable.
Naturally dried, gelled hair is not.
Well, according an 8 year old boy
whose favorite book series is about a
tighty-whitey and red cape wearing boy anyway.
And that would be precisely why
I still pick his clothes out every morning.