Day Two

I do not intend to keep this blog as a commentary on my child's school life, but felt a follow-up to day one, The Day When Only My Hair Matters, was in order.

Miss Priss zipped by the house after school to let the dogs out and might have been home all of the 45 seconds it took to get them out the door, peed, and back in again. We didn't see her again until about 8:50pm. She has to be in by 9pm on school nights.

Her hair was a success. Her ex-boyfriend's new, old girlfriend wore hers UP the first day? Can you believe it?? She's evil, though. And, if my daughter's name comes out of her mouth again, the gloves are off!

I cannot believe I have kid who would trounce someone because another person TALKS about her.

We spent about an hour talking about letting it go, quit carrying around all the drama, it's no one's burden but Nicole's as she is the one hanging onto it, and how life, in general, is just better when we release the crap. When all was said and done, she still wants to pound her if she says one more word.

At that point, all I could say was, "If I find out YOU started anything, you're grounded."

The rebuttal, of course, was, "Oh, she'd start it, but I'd finish it."

That's my delicate, beautiful flower.

Back to school. She needs to change her schedule, but informed me that the first period teacher said it might take 2 weeks. TWO weeks?? Goodness! I am having a hard time refraining from calling the school and making this happen today, but we're determined this year to let her reap the consequences of her own actions. If, by some reason, this means she has to revisit her junior year or spend next summer in class, well, so be it.

As a good mom, I want to end this report on a good note. Nicole's hair was just lovely today - she had her bangs pulled back and the rest straightened and hanging down. Lovely.

The Most Wonderful Day of the Year

Oh yes, that's right...the first day of school! Nicole was so nervous about the first day, she barely slept. She had budgeted out her time to be able to flat iron her newly-cut hair. She thinks it's "short," but it's WAY below her shoulders.

I got up at 5:30am and saw her bathroom light flick on. A few moments later, she was straightening her layers. It looked great. If I hadn't left my camera at work.... oh well, maybe she'll let me catch her tomorrow.

So, she's a junior and driving to school (gasp!). She is picking up her best friend, Samantha, and they're riding together. I, of course, am nervous (breathe, OMmmmmmm, breathe).

Of course, she has informed me that she'll be completely changing her schedule - including dropping PE. It will mess up her hair. She'll play a sport next year or just take PE then. Like her hair won't matter in the future.

As you can see, school, thus far, is about her hair. And friends. And getting a good parking spot.

We did all the lectures about homework and grades, etc... she agreed to all our instruction, but we KNOW her...

Here we go...

Post-Hurricane

Well, Tropical Storm Edouard (he never got his winds up enough to be a "real" hurricane) made his way to the Texas Gulf Coast and let me have a half day off.

He came, rained, and went.

So, it's back to work, the sun is shining, white, puffy clouds are floating by, and the humidity is about 94%.

Talk about a bad hair day! Of course, most days ARE bad hair days for me.

Lazy Blogger Needs Chinese Hair

Thanks to the SITS site, I have become lazy creating my own posts.

Yep, first, it's the Featured Blogger, then people who comment on her fabulous site, then the ones commenting on the commenter's own blog, and so on, and so on.

Wow, now I feel like I have entered a Breck Shampoo commercial and that would be completely ridiculous. Have you ever noticed how the majority of shampoo models all have that perfectly straight and shiny hair? You have no idea how jealous I am of you straight, shiny-haired people.

Oh, I know some of you are thinking you'd give anything to have curly hair. Ha! You just THINK that. It's a curse.

I know, I know, we need to embrace who we are and what we have and celebrate our fortunes. Some people don't have hair at all, but once in a while... I want to believe that fairy godmother or genie will come to me and ask me my greatest desire. Chinese hair. Thick, black, shiny, straight, straight hair.

My life probably would've been completely different if I had Chinese hair. Now, don't get me wrong, I would still want the husband and child I have now, but imagine the altered possibilities of high school and college.

That was a reallllllllly long time ago, though. Back when straight-haired girls used a "real" flat iron - on the ironing board! and rolled their hair with orange juice cans (how did they sleep with those things?).

I always used the pink rollers, Dippity-Do, and pink curl tape. My curls would be tame until I walked out my front door into that ever-present Houston humidity. You know what that meant? Boing! Willy-nilly, do-as-I-please curls.

And there she'd go... the girl with shiny Chinese hair pulled in a ponytail swinging from side-to-side.

That's it... I am going surfing again!