Think about a straight line. Simple, huh?
Unless you are asked to walk in a straight line, light shining in your face, it's probably not something that you ponder often.
I've had to ponder it every day this week.
Audrey has been growing out her hair, too. It's finally long enough that she can wear ponytails. She likes this, and likes to finish off the look with bows.
I was beside myself with joy the day she came to me and asked me to do it. Isn't this what having a little girl is all about, I thought, as I got out the comb and began combing out tangles.
I told her to be still. I was very careful, but the occasional "ow" yelp was still unavoidable. Good God, is that...a bit of lollipop? Didn't I just bathe her???
Concentrating on a steady hand, I part her hair.
Wait, that's not quite right. (do it again)
No, not it...
Maybe this time.
(damn it &^^%%$#@@*&) Deep breath...
Got it. Now, for the holders....
I'm trying to make it smooth, and get it into the holder. Tighten. (damn it &^^%$#@) So. NOT. Smooth.
And again. Are you kidding me??? <I'm not gonna cry.>
<Stop being so anal retentive, Anna. This isn't that hard. It doesn't have to be perfect.>
<Yes it does.>
At last! Victory! I try not to be offended as she turns her head, looking in the mirror, and implies it's too tight by pulling the skin by her eye back, ala ponytail facelift.
<Suffer for your beauty, sister, learn it now.>
I put the bows in, and she trots down the hallway, bouncing ponytails the adorable reward.
About three hours later, she takes them out..
"My head felt itchy."
Right then, I swear I heard my Mom laughing.....