Ridiculous Girl

So I just came back from getting my hair done.........even though I am literally covering my head with toxins and bleach.....it truly feels like I can BREATHE again!!!!!  I feel like myself again!!! I started bleaching my hair years ago.......just as I was finishing highschool......just shortly after I discovered makeup.  And then it became something more....something bigger.......I liked the way I looked....a lot!!!  I grew up in a very Polish family.....my mom, my cousins, my aunts....even my 70 year old grandmother were addicted to makeup and hair dye.  So seeing all these made-up women around me all the time was nothing new.....in fact I was always in awe at how stunning they looked!   It was common to get all decked out to go to the grocery store with full on makeup, teased hair, big gold earrings, a tight red-leather jacket and stilletos! So back to the original point....I started dying my hair blonde just before university...and since I didn't have...

Last night our 3 year old breaks into song......not "Ring around the rosey", not "You are my sunshine".....but "Born this Way" by Lady Gaga!  It came out of nowhere!!!  She jumped up on the coffee table, started whipping her head around, found her princess toy microphone and started belting out the lyrics.....well....what she thought were the lyrics!!  Instead of "oooh there ain't no other way", she yells "uda, eda, uddaway....right track baby I was BORN THIS WAY!!!!!".  My favorite part was "don't be a drag, just be a queen!!"  NICE!!!  Then there's my 6 month old, who ALSO does whatever she pleases!!!  It's usually a good 3 tries to get her down for a nap because the first 2 end up with her opening her eyes and laughing at me....as if saying "pffttt, not that time Mom!!!  Try again!! hahaha!!!" Even my husband will break into a Red Hot Chili Pepper song, full volume in the grocery store....oblivio...

So from my first blog entry, you know that I am in my mid-30's.  This age will not be repeated to you again.  So remember it from now on.  In fact, I might start doing what my brother started ages ago, and that's to go backwards with each birthday..........I think he's like 12 now.  Not really effective, but kind of makes you feel better.  Anyway, I digress.  With this empowering age, I have started to show signs of  .....gulp....aging.  THERE!  I said it!!!  I am admitting to the world that I have those horrible lines across my forehead and 2 "up and down" lines between my eyebrows.  They're all disgusting.  I will climb up onto the bathroom counter at night and stare at them.  They look better when you douse your face in thick moisturizing night cream.......so of course I do that prior to the observation period.  But either way, it's no good.  So I'm out with my BFF one day, and she, next to my immed...

It's 10:43pm........I should be in bed.  My 3 year old has been asleep since 7pm and my 6 month old went down at 8:30.....which means I'll be up at the crack of dawn, and I'll be cursing the fact that I didn't head upstairs at 9.  But I'm a mom....and as most moms know, when your children are asleep, this is the ONLY time of the day that you have to yourself .....all to yourself.  Time where, technically, you should be writing down your grocery list, or folding laundry, or putting on another load of laundry, or doing something that involves getting your house to a better state than it is in now.  But I'm so sick of laundry I could vomit.  And if I have to pick up one more toy (that I know will end up in the exact same spot on the floor in the middle of the family room) by 7am tomorrow......I will just explode!  So I sit back and analyze my life and wonder, where's the spark???  I mean.....I get it....my life is not Gwen Stefani's.....