In the flurry of the hustle and bustle of starting first grade we made a note for the school picture day so we wouldn’t forget.
Then we forgot.
As I was tucking her in last night she casually mentions to me that it’s picture day tomorrow.
“What?!!!” I ask.
I go downstairs and check the calendar.
Shit. She’s right.
Then comes the list in my head:
When did she last have a bath? Yesterday - that will have to do
What will she wear?
Does she even know what a hairbrush looks like?
I do a lot around here - but the clothing and food is mommy’s domain and she’s not here.
OMGWHATDOIDO?
Breathe. Just Breath. I can do this.
I asked the child what she wanted to wear and thankfully she’s old enough and has a lot more fashion sense than her old man and she picked a pretty little number that’s a jumpsuit? I think. It’s a shirt and shorts all tied into one unit - where the hell is BW and why can’t she be here to solve this problem?!!
Then there was the hairbrush:
The last time the child brushed her hair was back in 2022 I think and of course today is the day that the child needs to brush her hair for the first time in forever so she will look great for picture day.
Any hairbrush will do, right? OH NO. The child needs her hairbrush and no other brush will do because before she went to bed she had to practice. OMG, just make this day stop, please.
After a relatively short search we found the magic pink hairbrush in mommy’s basket of hairbrushes and nail files and scrunchies and god knows what else is in that thing but worrying about the contents of that basket isn’t important
We had to practice hair brushing.
For those that are new: I have NO HAIR and hers is short so between the two of us we had to figure out how to even use the hairbrush, but after a while we got the hang of it and she was busy brusing away all was good - right?
Well… almost.
She’s right handed and so only the right side of her head got brushed leaving the left side of her head the usual frazzled mess that it is.
We laid out the brush and outfit and knew what to do in the morning so she could tell mommy about our great plan.
I was not there to witness this, but this morning went off without a hitch. The chosen outfit was still the chosen outfit she wanted to wear and she managed to get both sides of her head brushed before she got out the door and on the bus.
If she’s on the bus looking relatively respectable to have her photo taken then I’m calling that a win for the day.
As I write this all photos have been taken without issue apparently so time will tell what they look like.
I know I can’t wait to see them.
Until Next Time,
TH and Co.