Hair colour May 8, 2008

I am used to having people recognise and think I am someone else, usually at least once a week. Apparently all ginga’s are the same person! Anyway, I decided to dye my hair last week, it is a BIG change. So much so that the people who I work with all day and have done for 6 years now didn’t recognise me! I changed the colour in the time between work and going out at night to a client function, needless to say the clients took a while to recognise me as well.

I have been aware most of my life that I get recognised because I have red hair, apparently only 2% of the population have naturally red hair. But I had no idea the impact it would have on people being able to recognise me in a crowd, which got me thinking, maybe it is like the movies, dye your hair black after being blond and you can escape the police whenever you want… Not that I NEED to escape them I hope you realise.

I digress, I am going for a mid-30’s overhaul! I have just bought pencil skirts for work (not as short as I used to wear them 15 years ago of course) and revamped my wardrobe, i.e. got rid of the preggie clothes.

I have a friend turning 30 this month, I remember that, being 7 months pregnant, feeling as big as a house, and spending lots of money because I was so depressed that I was turning 30, couldn’t celebrate in my usual fashion and also was as big as a house (if I hadn’t mentioned that already). Good on her for having kids earlier and being able to enjoy a whole weekend of self indulgent bliss, which I of course will be taking part in. I love my foot spa, just thinking about it makes me want to stop writing. So a weekend of no kids, no husband and all the time to paint nails, do hair, relax, sounds amazing. thebean, if you are reading this, I can’t wait!!

Good night all, the foot spa is calling and I can think of nothing else.

PS Here is a shot of my new hair colour so you can recognise me!

What is it with 2 year olds! May 8, 2008

Ok so I have become accustomed to the early morning wake up calls, but seriously 4.30am is just TOO early. This morning J2 decided to wake up and try to get mum UP at this ridiculous time. After managing to get him into our bed and somewhat still (as much as 2 year olds are ever still) I proceeded to keep resting, there was no chance of going back to sleep. This boy was pulling my hair, emptying my tissue box and generally doing anything he could by 5.30 to get me up. AGHHHHH

And yet, he still only slept for 1.5 hours during the day and went to bed at 7pm as usual, and most of his lunch in his lunch box today came home uneaten. What is it with 2 year olds! He doesn’t speak well enough to be able to tell me why he was being such a brat, but I have told him he has to stay in his bed tonight until mum comes in to get him out of bed, fat chance I know but it is worth a try.

Z4 on the other hand took her first school bus trip home today alone (without mum) with all ages, from 4 to 17. I am so proud of her, but also feeling guilty that I won’t be able to do the “mum” thing of picking her up, she is only 4!! She informs me though that she enjoyed it and made friends with a boy who is 5 and had to sit up the front by the driver like she had to. She will need to do this four days a week until school next year so I hope she is still enjoying it by then.

I, on the other hand, panicked most of the day that she would freak, which of course she didn’t. I won’t bore you with the details of everything I did to ensure she could ring mummy at ANY time, but she was fine. I can breathe again.

I was late to work this morning (I know, you’re thinking how can she be late after getting up so early) but the problem is that I GO SLOW if woken too early. So I dropped the kids at the carers’ and went back home for a cup of tea and choccy biscuit, then went and did a bit of remedial shopping (exchanging kids clothes that didn’t fit) and went a got a coffee for myself and my administrator who was wondering where on earth I had got to! She loved the coffee…

Taking a shower is not a peaceful experience, I can be guaranteed in our house that if I decide to take a shower without D looking after the kids they will a) hurt themselves b)hurt each other c)break something or d) climb somewhere inappropriate (i.e. half way out a window that has a 2 metre drop). So, taking action tonight I took a shower, leaving D to bath the kids (believe me this is not normal behaviour for him). All went well, until they were to go to bed. BOTH of them wanted me to put them to bed, just not happening. After much negotiation they were both in bed and D went back to work. Oh the peace….

I love the night, because it the only time I can guarantee peace (almost 100%) to be able to write, study, clean, watch the box or just have a whole cup of tea in one sitting without taking it to the microwave once.

I love night time! Long live the night…

Here is an updated picture of the darling, almost hairless, but that is another story entirely.