This morning at 8:28am my Gymnastics Queen had a total and complete breakdown because apparently we have no hairbrushes. Up until this disaster we had a lovely morning consisting of Eggo's, good conversation and outfit assembly. My harmonious morning was interrupted by her yelling from the bottom of the stairs, with tear filled eyes, "MOM! I can't find a hairbrush!"
Since we have about 100 hairbrushes (and I was busy packing lunches) I did nothing but scream "We have 100 hairbrushes! How on Earth you can't find one is beyond me!"
I was loud.
My patience level for such disasters is just about nonexistent. Is it just me or do girls have a real hard time keeping things in perspective? I mean, you're crying, and aren't we talking about a hairbrush?
The bus rolled up as she found a hairbrush.
As a result of this hairbrush situation her lunch was not yet packed. The boys happily trotted to the bus (and away from the hairbrush drama) and I told her I'd drop her lunch at school.
Tears. Another disaster. "Ugh! Why do you wait SO LONG to pack my lunch?"
"Why couldn't you find a hairbrush?!"
Touche.
I then told her I loved her and pushed her out the door to catch her bus. Her lunch is finished; ready to be dropped at school.
And I need a friggin' Starbucks to put out these flames.
The end.
Since we have about 100 hairbrushes (and I was busy packing lunches) I did nothing but scream "We have 100 hairbrushes! How on Earth you can't find one is beyond me!"
I was loud.
My patience level for such disasters is just about nonexistent. Is it just me or do girls have a real hard time keeping things in perspective? I mean, you're crying, and aren't we talking about a hairbrush?
The bus rolled up as she found a hairbrush.
As a result of this hairbrush situation her lunch was not yet packed. The boys happily trotted to the bus (and away from the hairbrush drama) and I told her I'd drop her lunch at school.
Tears. Another disaster. "Ugh! Why do you wait SO LONG to pack my lunch?"
"Why couldn't you find a hairbrush?!"
Touche.
I then told her I loved her and pushed her out the door to catch her bus. Her lunch is finished; ready to be dropped at school.
And I need a friggin' Starbucks to put out these flames.
The end.
Etsy Winner! For any lovely ladies who entered my giveaway, here is the winner!
Drum roll....
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Katelyn! You have a $20 credit to Sam's Goodnyou? Etsy Shop! Starting with 1st comment I numbered everyone's entries, and we had 13 total. The first 5 were Deanna, next 2 were the Mommy, next 5 were Katelyn, next was American Honey, and last was Danielle.
#9!
Congrats!
Email me at Jodie@allgoodinmommyhood.com for your instructions...and Happy shopping!
Since we have about 100 hairbrushes (and I was busy packing lunches) I did nothing but scream "We have 100 hairbrushes! How on Earth you can't find one is beyond me!"
I was loud.
My patience level for such disasters is just about nonexistent. Is it just me or do girls have a real hard time keeping things in perspective? I mean, you're crying, and aren't we talking about a hairbrush?
The bus rolled up as she found a hairbrush.
As a result of this hairbrush situation her lunch was not yet packed. The boys happily trotted to the bus (and away from the hairbrush drama) and I told her I'd drop her lunch at school.
Tears. Another disaster. "Ugh! Why do you wait SO LONG to pack my lunch?"
"Why couldn't you find a hairbrush?!"
Touche.
I then told her I loved her and pushed her out the door to catch her bus. Her lunch is finished; ready to be dropped at school.
And I need a friggin' Starbucks to put out these flames.
The end.
Etsy Winner! For any lovely ladies who entered my giveaway, here is the winner!
Drum roll....
.....
......
Katelyn! You have a $20 credit to Sam's Goodnyou? Etsy Shop! Starting with 1st comment I numbered everyone's entries, and we had 13 total. The first 5 were Deanna, next 2 were the Mommy, next 5 were Katelyn, next was American Honey, and last was Danielle.
#9!
Congrats!
Email me at Jodie@allgoodinmommyhood.com for your instructions...and Happy shopping!
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