My hair is a hot diggity mess 93% of the time.
But if I don’t pull a brush through my 47lbs of thick, frizzy, Italian hair every once in a while, anyone who looks at me turns to stone.
So imagine my horror when my ONLY HAIRBRUSH GOES MISSING.
One minute, the Toddler was using it to groom the cat…
The next minute it’s launched into the Toddler’s realm of “I don’t know?”
As a mom, it’s hard enough as it is to make myself presentable.
But when my sticky-fingered Toddler has a damn good hiding spot MAKING MYSELF PRESENTABLE IS NO LONGER AN OPTION.
WELCOME TO MOTHERHOOD, YOU’RE PROBABLY GOING TO LOOK LIKE SHIT FOREVER NOW.