What a Weekend!

So, the last couple of weeks have been very stressful. I've got my plate full at work, I've been busy with appointments outside of work, and as usual, Charley has been keeping me on my toes. On the bright side, I've been going to sleep easily every night! Ha! Honestly, things really haven't been bad, just busy, but when I'm given the opportunity to slow down and relax, I'm not very good at doing so, so really I can only blame myself for the stress. I will say, though, that with all of the meetings, paperwork, and appointments that have been keeping me busy, they all kind of blend together in my mind, and my memory really only stretches as far back as last weekend, so I suppose I should just start there.

Friday was a crazy day for me. Someone mentioned that Mercury is in retrograde, and if you know me, you know I totally believe in that kind of thing (just like a full moon) impacting people. Anyway, by the time I picked Charley up from school, I was exhausted. I asked her if she wanted to go out to dinner, which is a bit of a treat for us. She decided on Noodles and Company, and we had a little Mommy-Daughter date, which was amazing. We sat down at the table, and she said, "Mom, would you like to have a conversation?" "Of course!" I replied, " What would you like to talk about?" She went on to tell me about her day at school. She has a crush on the cutest little boy, and she made sure to mention how he had gotten an accident report because his friend kicked him. Then, she started asking about my day at work. She asked about my friends, too. Honestly, Charley is so hilarious to me. What preschooler asks her mom if she wants to have a conversation? But it's just so.... Charley.

Saturday was our day to relax and do nothing. Unfortunately for Charley, she has a mom who isn't very good at just sitting around the house all day. So, shortly after we got up and dressed, we went to the mall to get Charley new shoes. She'd had a bunch of shoes and boots, but I swear, her feet grow like you wouldn't believe, and only one pair seems to fit! Anyway, we went shopping, and naturally Charley went for the sequined, sparkly, light-up shoes that would attract the most attention. She put them on and proudly walked around the outdoor mall, stomping her feet at every opportunity, making sure to tell every passer-by that she got new Twinkle Toes. From there, we ran errands, and finally made our way home late in the afternoon and we really did relax after that. With Charley's birthday just around the corner, we decided to make a practice batch of birthday cupcakes, because the last time I tried to make her a birthday cake, it was a complete disaster. The cupcakes actually turned out pretty well, except for the fact that I forgot to buy cupcake wrappers, thus they all ended up slightly deformed because chunks were stuck to the pan. Whoops! Ha...Typical. We really had fun decorating, though, and I'm feeling fairly confident about making cupcakes for her birthday party. Speaking of birthday parties, Charley has been getting a LOT of birthday invitations lately. And her friends parties? They're at gymnastics gyms, bouncy house gyms... They're expensive parties. And the parents are inviting EVERY kid in her class! I love that Charley has friends at school, but this is not the year that she will be inviting school friends to her party. The thought of having 25 preschoolers running around my house makes me hyperventilate a little bit, and I'm not spending $500 on a birthday party for a 4-year-old. Ha! Sorry, that was totally off-topic. Back to the weekend...

Sunday I decided to get my hair done. I looked around for salons that are actually open on Sundays, and found one that wasn't too far away. Charley and I walked in, and immediately, I was struck by the fact that I LOVED one of the stylists' hair. Fortunately, she approached me and got started on my hair fairly quickly. It was a Sunday, so the salon wasn't really that busy, and at one point the only people there were two stylists, Charley, and me. Of course Charley made friends with the stylists instantly, and they chatted with her while my hair was processing. My stylist put a toner (she called it a "glaze") on my hair to even out the color, which made me a little bit nervous. I've had allergic reactions to hair color in the past (about 10 years ago), which I'd told her, but she didn't seem to think this product would make me react. So I went with it. Remember this, it comes into play later... Anyway, a few minutes later, a man walked into the salon. There was no receptionist, so who felt the need to approach him and offer assistance? Charley. "Can I help you?" she asked. The stylists, who weren't expecting that from a 4 year old, just about lost it laughing. The man, who apparently was a regular, because the stylists knew who he was, played right along. He told her he needed to check in for a haircut. "Can I get your phone number?" Charley asked, and she started punching numbers into the computer. "You've got a scholar on your hands," my stylist said. I smiled and agreed. Just another moment that captured Charley's essence. She's definitely an old soul. Anyway, the stylist finished my cut and color, and Charley and I headed home. It was a pretty wonderful salon experience...and then...

Yesterday, I woke up and I felt my scalp itching a little bit. "CRAP!!!" I thought to myself. I knew I should've trusted my gut about that stupid hair color. Sure enough, over the last two days, I've developed hives on my scalp. Who is allergic to hair color, seriously?! Oh yeah... me. I'll say the color looks fantastic, but my scalp? Yikes! I mentioned it to a couple of my co-workers, fearing they noticed me itching my scalp and wanting to reassure them that no, I do NOT have lice. I just have weird skin allergies. Thanks for those genetics, Dad. I was on the phone with one of my friends earlier, and I said, "Want to hear a funny story?" and proceeded to explain that I'd had my hair colored over the weekend. She responded before I even finished my story. "Aren't you allergic to hair dye? Did you have a reaction?" she asked. Ha! Apparently, I'm predictable. Ask any of my girlfriends from high school, they'll tell you I'm the one who has ALWAYS had weird allergies to everything...and should probably live in a bubble. And this hair color experience? It was my own fault, I should've insisted that nothing touch my scalp. Definitely NOT a mistake I will repeat in the future!

Wow, that was a lot of information for a blog! I'm headed to bed, but have a great week everyone! And if you happen to see me scratching my head (literally), don't feel the need keep your distance...Ha!