Because it’s Monday.
Because it’s Bachelor night (please tell me I’m not the only one).
Because I had a traumatic weekend; sort of.
I made us soup.
Not just any soup, but soup with sweet potatoes, carrots, lentils, and curry. Curry is good, actually curry is great. Curry just about makes anything food better.
Soup makes things better, soup is comforting.
So you’re probably wondering about the traumatic event. Okay, so I’m probably being a tad dramatic. We got haircuts. More importantly, Aiden got a haircut. His first haircut, that’s 2 whole years of beautiful blond curly locks. The hair, I love the hair. It was time. People were commenting on how beautiful my little girl’s hair is, and how cute she is. Umm, she is a he. Thanks. That kind of stuff can scar a kid. So, we cut it. Not all of it, but some.
I almost cried. Almost.
I know what your thinking, it’s just hair, get a grip.
Okay, so 2 days later, it’s growing on me. The thing is, it makes him look like a kid. The grown up kind that get haircuts. He’s growing up. I have to move on.