Wednesday, 4 December 2013

Cinderella Hair.







M, brushing Willow's hair. She's staring into our mirrored wardrobe doors the whole time, because she's vain like that.

M and I got Willow a princess dress. It was extremely out of character for us, but we were feeling guilty as all hell. We both somehow missed that it was dress up week at pre school. (The previous week it took me two hours to get home from Uni, because bushfires and traffic jams suck. M was late to get Willow, and yeah.) When I got there, there was a girl dressed up and Willow began to panic- "mummy, today is dress up day!" she cried.
"No it's not," I said. "She's just dressed up because she feels like it."
"No, it's dress up day!"
"Well, this is the first I've heard about it... Oh." I replied, as I noticed two more princesses walk in. Willow starts to get upset. I stay as long as I can, but I have to leave in order to get my bus to uni. I peddle as fast as I can, but I manage to miss it by several meters.
Then I couldn't board the second bus because I had no coins.
Then I decided screw it, and M returned from camping and picked me up and I told him how everything had gone wrong and I left Willow near tears. So we went to find the most princessy dress we could find, and settled on this $20 nylon delight, while I complained at how shite the quality was and how I could make much better (although, not in time for tomorrow) and M wondered if maybe, Willow would like the Teenaged Mutant Ninja dress up instead.

Then I picked up Willow and was all "I GOT A SURPRISE FOR YOU. What do you really want to dress up as tomorrow?"
"A frog. With my froggy cape and I can go ribbit, ribbit and hop around."
"Oh. Well, mummy and Mark got you a PRINCESS DRESS UP DRESS!"
"Oh. But I wanted to be a frog."

She liked it in the end, even though she complains it's scratchy and ouchy when she wears it without a shirt underneath. So the moral of the story is... don't fail at parenting. Also, home made is always better than

And yes, my study desk is at the foot of our bed. It makes for a relaxing night's sleep.

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