Re-Calculating In My Favor

Six Days!

Not that my math is all that great in the first place and also, I do have a few theories concerning time as well (i.e.: my countdown to Christmas is usually one day less than most folks because I don't count the last day before Christmas because it's MERE HOURS, not a DAY...), but my husband has his check-ride scheduled and so now he knows that he will able to come home WEDNESDAY! Yes, my friends, he is coming home soon!

I am so excited to be making normal family plans once again and not just "Filling in Summertime" plans. Plus, as all Mommies can attest, children tend to be on slightly better behavior when it's Daddy Time. I'm glad I made (and was able to keep!) a hair appointment for tomorrow so my husband doesn't have to come home to a woman with a nest on her head that all manner of animals could possibly make home within. Yay! That and whenever I pull down my hair from it's obligatory Mom-Do (or Don't, as is the case), I find much to my shock and dismay each and every time as though it's the first time I'm noticing them, the Dreaded Gray. I am much too, too young to have this occurring. Every time I see one, I find myself making a mad dash and scramble for the tweezers and start in on the quest to divide and conquer to ensure they aren't getting too comfortable upon my youthful scalp. However, every time I yank one out, I turn ever so slightly and see another all too familiar glint. And then I go for that one and then another and when I miss and pull out the wrong strands, I think, "Mayday! Mayday! Soldier down! Good Soldier down! Noooo!" And then I wonder if a gray strand will grow in it's place... I know I could Google it, but frankly, that's not information I feel I can handle right now. A girl (yes, GIRL) can only handle so much at a time, you know. In any case, my husband can come home to pretty shiny hair that is the proper color and not in a tangled knot on the top of my frizzy head. And I get a wee nap at the hair salon!

In less than a week, we will be Normaling once again...  until the next trip, but we don't have to think about that right now, do we?