You're Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile

I’ve got another icky sinus infection/cold. Alan and I forgot to set our alarm this morning. Good thing the girls had gotten up, dressed and were playing in their room. I threw on yesterday’s clothes as they grabbed their backpacks, then raced them off to school.

I had to keep putting out of my mind my HORRIBLE bed-head as I walked each of my girls to their classrooms. I kept hoping if I smiled really big people wouldn’t notice my hair. It was rather like one of those awful dreams I tend to have—where I realize I am naked in public and maybe I can keep it under the radar if I walk down the street and subtly step behind things like stop signs (???) and trash cans as others walk or drive by. Sometimes in those dreams I even find a cardboard box. (Because it draws NO attention to see a naked person holding a cardboard box around her while walking down the street.)

When I got home, Alan (waiting for carpet installation people to come "anytime after 8 am") had an unusually goofy grin on his face. He handed me a cup of coffee and said, "Have you seen your hair?" Obviously I had stopped smiling.