Reality sets in rapidly around here all the way from short, interrupted blog posts to the massive amount of time it takes to get all four boys anywhere near the door.
It became quite clear yesterday that a shower was out of the question. I undid the tangled mess of a braid and attempted to brush it out. What made me laugh was not the frizzy, wild mop that sat on my head but the thought that ran through my frazzled mind: "Hey...freaky looking models pull off this look all the time. Maybe I can too!"
Rational thinking soon overtook my brain again but I did get a kick out the of fact that, for a moment...in the midst of crying babies and wild preschoolers...the thought seriously crossed my mind.
So if you see me sporting this look, do not be concerned for my psychological state. I just had "one of those" mornings.