Yesterday was Ike's last day of school, so naturally I set new lateness records for the year, both for dropping him off and picking him up. I had one final day that required me to hold our shit together and I couldn't hack it.
It's noon right now and Ike is happily reading a book out loud to me while I work. We're doing super great!
Okay, fine. It's a sticker book. It has no words so I have no idea what he's talking about. He's still in his pajamas, his buttcrack is hanging out because I think he's technically wearing Ezra's pajamas, and he's probably hungry. He asked to go to a restaurant but I can't go anywhere because I am Trying To Break The Greasy/Oily Scalp Production Cycle, which the Internet said requires going three days without washing your hair, followed by baking soda rinse on day four.
Today is day four, post-rinse. MY HAIR LOOKS LIKE ASS. THANKS INTERNET. MAYBE I SHOULD HAVE TRIED RINSING IT WITH COKE.
So all in all, summer vacation is off to a good start. Especially since I was under the mistaken assumption that the public schools also ended this week, but no! Not until the 15th! I have another entire glorious week to go before I have to confront the fact that I didn't sign anyone up for any summer camps because I am a crazy person. A crazy person who spent a week not washing her hair, and then wearing workout clothes everywhere because uhhhhhhh my hair looks sweaty and gross because I was at the gym! Yaaaaasssss that's why.
UPDATE: I wrote all that about an hour ago before losing interest in my own inane blathering-sans-point and wandered away. During that hour, my hair finished drying and I am now upgrading it from looking like "ass" to "looking like it always does, which is butt."
(I added a few semi-permanent purple streaks last weekend, but OBVIOUSLY it's the no makeup and unwashed frizzy hair that makes me truly punk rock.)
This seems like an excellent point to hit the publish button and wander away again.