It's Come Down To This...

I just sent an e-mail to Jon. The subject: Kate's poop.

If you're asking yourself if that was really necessary, the answer...is yes. See, she ALWAYS poops every day...at least once, sometimes twice. Oddly, yesterday...no poop. I actually think that's a first. So, I wanted to warn Jon so that he should take cover if needed.

This is all because I want Kate in a non-poop stained outfit when I get home. You see, I have a hair appointment today. I...AM...DESPERATE to get my hair done. I had an appointment last Thursday, but had to cancel it because of my computer issues at work. (Oh and by the way, I haven't had my hair done since the middle of January, so it's kinda a desperate situation). So, I re-scheduled it for today. Thursdays are the only day I can go to the city for a hair appointment because we have a sitter. Well, for the first time since she's been with us, the sitter cancelled on us for today. I understand. She has a very sick kid at home...and that stuff happens. But, that doesn't change the fact that I have JET BLACK roots and split ends. Plus, I'm working at CBS this weekend and they have HD cameras, so that shiznit won't fly down there.

So last night, I made a desperate call to my wonderfully understanding hairdresser and told him I simply couldn't make it AGAIN today. He said...relax...and bring the baby. So, we're going to try. He's going to pop a couple of quick foils on my part and says he can have me done in about 45 minutes. She should be o.k. Another fly in the ointment, is that the appointment (I'm a poet and don't even know it) is at 10:30. Kate eats at 11. So, I'm getting there a little early, then I'll have to nurse her at the salon right after. What we women go through for beauty...is actually quite ugly.

So, cross your fingers for lots of reasons:
1. That Kate poops before Jon dresses her in her outfit
2. That I get a good parking spot in the city
3. That Kate sleeps at the salon
4. That Kate doesn't poop at the salon
5. That next week when my parents are here, I'll get to go back to the city to get my split ends cut....oh yeah, and some MUCH needed naps.

Peace out.