My husband dropped Anna off at daycare. I woke up at 7:30 AM completely perplexed at how I had missed him getting up, showering, getting Anna ready, and leaving the house without waking me at all.
Well, maybe it wasn't such a miracle.
I headed off to my oil change (with a bonus large Coolatta instead of the medium I ordered and paid for...), and then managed to make it a productive day by:
1. going to a sport store to get new running sneakers
2. getting new sandals at Kohls
3. doing some food shopping for dinner
4. sent away for my husband's father's day gift
5. went for a run
6. got a haircut and eyebrow wax
7. dropped off my Zumba waiver
8. picked up milk from the butcher's
9. tidied up the house (does anyone still use the word tidy and its associates?)
10. made dinner
Yes, all in the same day. It was awesome. I'll never be
Number 6 (the haircut) was necessary. I hadn't had it cut since March (okay, January) and I want to look good when I go back to work. I wanted it to be long enough to pull into a ponytail for Zumba and volleyball and running.
I love the cut. But it's not quite long enough to pull back.
Which also poses a problem on another front.
The, can't-pull-my-hair-back-out-of-reach-of-my-newborn dilemma. Now that she's in her grab-on-and-refuse-to-let-go-EVER stage, I'm pretty sure I'll be bald within a week.
At least I won't have to worry about overheating while exercising if I'm bald....
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