Things have been a little quiet on the Jet Set front, non?
I’m happy/pleased/sad/exhausted to admit that life is getting the better of me at the moment. Pulling a double shift isn’t the easiest thing in the world. Of course I’m not doing a double shift on the factory line or anything, but I do have a shift at work and then one at home.
No matter how Other Half tries to keep the house and the kids in order, he’s just not me. For instance, I know when laundry needs to be done (when there is a pile of it.) I know when the kitchen floor needs to be mopped (when you walk on it and it’s alternately sticky and crunchy.) I know what’s for dinner (because I’m making it.) These are difficult concepts!
But enough about the Working Mom Blues.
I want to take this moment to rub something in your face. RUB IT!
He’s been sleeping through the night for three weeks. That’s right, at the ripe age of two months and three weeks it’s not uncommon for him to sleep from eleven pm until seven am. Some days he makes it midnight to eight, or one am until nine. Oh ho ho!
In your FACE!
Why am I twisting the screws? Because I know my next kid will be a horrible sleeper and I just need to revel in the one that’s a good sleeper for a little while.
Can you dig?
Meanwhile, I have a tip for you. Have you ever heard that you can sprinkle in baby powder into your hair if it’s too greasy and it will absorb the grease, allowing you another day without shampooing your hair? Well, I heard that. I've also heard that you can do the same thing with oatmeal, but that seems like a waste: I love to eat oatmeal but not baby powder.
Why do I still have to find tricks to cover up my third day without clean hair when the baby is sleeping through the night? The answer lies somewhere between: I am too tired to shower at night after I’ve cleaned up, and I don’t have the necessary time in the morning to straighten it (because when it is this long, my hair in its natural curly state looks ridiculously like it would be more at home on stage with Def Leppard circa 1987, pour some sugar.)
That’s a long way of saying that I tried the baby powder this morning—what did I have to lose? If I didn’t use the powder I’d have to wash my hair and be late. If I did use the powder and it didn’t work, I’d have to wash my hair and be late. I tentatively shook the bottle’s contents onto the roots of my raven-lite locks and watched them turn a muddy gray. I combed and shook the powder out. It worked! The Jet Set gives thumbs up to baby powder on the scalp.
Now I just need a way of shaking baby powder all over my kitchen to degrease that pit too.