Swirling...

My head that is... I'm not sure why. I've had the required and usual amount of caffeine. We took the three little girls to the park today and played outside for a while. We even had a picnic! It was a beautiful afternoon. (Beautiful weekend actually.) Sometimes, when I'm out in the sun for a while, I feel kind of ill afterwards. When that happens, I worry that maybe I'm part vampire.

Or... maybe my head is swirling because I had my hair colored yesterday and the colorist made it REALLY dark. It was a new colorist. I'm planning to go back as soon as the salon opens on Tuesday morning and make an appointment for her to fix it.

Every time I look in the mirror I think, OH MY, IT'S WAY TOO DARK.

I really don't like it. MWH does and he's a little sad that I want it lighter. I don't want it lighter, I just want it NORMAL. I'm not one to mess with my hair color. If it gets too light, too red, or too dark, I don't like it. I like my natural shade of brown. I don't like the grey that is in it. I started going grey at 20. Now I have a lot and I must cover it. Someday I'll let my hair be all grey, but not until I am about 70 or so (or whenever my whole head is grey--I don't like the salt and pepper look).

Or... maybe my head is swirling because Miss N (5) is screaming and has been for the last hour. She wanted us to buy her a flag at Target. We didn't. We could have spent less than a dollar and had a little girl who was happy, but I'm tired of little girls who DEMAND stuff when we go to the store. Miss K (2.75) wanted new shoes and I said no to that. Miss T (17 months) just wanted a nap while we were at the store.

My lecture for this week for my class is done! I have more than 12 hours until class. This is a first. It's one of the few times that I've been done with something early. I should probably start on the 5 hours of work I need to do on a lit review before Tuesday, but my head is swirling (see above). I'll try to do an hour or two later today.

Maybe by the end of tonight I can write a not-so-lame post.

Oh... Did you notice that I'm NOT watching the super bowl? I don't even know who is playing. Maybe I'll go look it up. Or not. MWH and I are not sports people at all. When I was a kid, my Dad never watched sports and I loved it. I always wondered if I could find a husband who wasn't into sports. Somehow, I managed to. How cool is that?