Around these parts, schools are letting out for fall break.
It is creeping up on noon, and it hasn’t broken 60 degrees yet today. I’ve finally had to break down and turn on the furnace, since Erin’s feet weren’t staying warm, no matter my efforts.
I enjoyed a toasty bagel and a strong cup of coffee with a splash of amaretto creamer this morning, and thought to myself, I’m going to color my hair.
I had a box of at-home color – a nice, no-bells-or-whistles shade of darker brown (Clairol #30, for anyone wondering) just to cover up the remnants of my summer highlights.
So, with Erin snoozing, and Seth enthralled (again) with Up, I set to do my ‘do.
And here is the lesson I’ve learned.
No matter how safe the color, no matter how perfect your technique, no matter how carefully you follow the application directions, IF your timing were to get “off” (say, due to a horrendous diaper malfunction) and you were unable to wash out your color at the recommended 25-minute mark, THEN you just might end up with color a little darker than planned.
It’s not bad. I wouldn’t go so far as to say it’s a botched job. But, whoa. It is for sure brown. DARK brown. Like everybody-is-going-to-think-I-hit-30-last-week-and-went-off-to-the-dark-side brown.
But the important thing is that Erin’s diaper got changed before the poop went up her sleeves (which, by the way, happened Saturday. That was fun.).
So, happy baby = happy momma.
Even if I am a little fearful Jim is going to come home and call me Elvira. ;)