Weblog of MO

Mood: Mischievious

I don't know how they got in, but one must have because the morning of St. Patrick's day, everyone in the house woke up with GREEN hair.  Now, being a stay at home mom, I wasn't phased much because nobody really cares what I look like.  But my husband, who highly values what little hair he has left, and had a "MEETING" that morning, was NOT so relaxed about the whole thing.  I keep trying to get him to have a little fun, but it's all work, work, work, and unfortunatly he was able to wash it out & looked human when he left the house at 7.

     The children, who never actually bathe except for an occasional visit to the swimming pool, were forced to go to school and explain to the rigid parochial administration that there was a fault in our home security system and that today, they HAD to break the dress code.  Backed into a corner (I knew the administration had gleefully ransacked the first 3 grades all in the name of the Irish) the principal gave me the evil eye and shuffled the girls through the side door.  

   A similar fate had befallen the pre-school and the 3/4 year olds were met with tiny footprints on all the windows, toilet paper everywhere, golden flowers, toppled tables and chairs, all liquids (milk, toilet water, the turtle's water) turned green, as well as the chicken's feathers (please don't call the SPCA).  I stayed to work at school for my 'work day' and we partied leprechaun-style and fit right in with the melee.

     So, I may have an inch of hair growth, slower than I would have hoped by now but I'm having FUN with it! 

    I spent the day in the ER.  It has been 'spring break' for the past 2 weeks & during that time we've had our house appraised and visited Texas.  In addition to whipping the house and garden into pristine condition, I *(as is my custom) laundered everything in the house and flew there and back solo with 3 chidren and got minimal sleep.  I have had a migraine since last Saturday that I've shotgunned with every OTC available to get me through each day. 

   This morning I couldn't take it anymore. Convinced I had a brain tumor, or aneurism, or some other impending tragedy, I called the babysitting/friend circuit and could not find a soul in town able to handle the troops- so we all went in.  We were whisked through the system in a mere 4 hours only to be told- TADA- I have a migraine.  I was going for the full body scan but they offered me Fioricet...I said I can't drive on that stuff...so they said I should take it tonight, to give myself a break.   I guess I might get a night off after all.