Daddy's home, and all is well

Rachel didn't jump up and down with excitement when Drew walked into her bedroom this morning. In fact, she was a little standoffish until she convinced Daddy to play in the living room before breakfast -- before even getting dressed! I was able to take an unheard-of tea break and for a while I just listened to them playing, the sound of Rachel squealing with laughter and Drew's delighted laughter in return. Maybe that's why I didn't feel compelled to turn the radio on, there was enough music surrounding me!

Then I rushed out to drop off some drycleaning, got a haircut, met a recently widowed friend of mine for coffee, then waited an hour to get my oil changed using a coupon I got in the mail, then got a manicure, pedicure and brow wax, and raced to the mall to buy Rachel some tights and a dress that I hope she will wear tomorrow. It is returnable in case she doesn't.

All of the above, with the possible exception of the drycleaning drop-off, would have been difficult if not impossible to get done if Drew hadn't been available to take care of Rachel. I'm so used to doing everything around here, it's hard to just stop. Harder still to look at my watch and realize that it was a non-work day and yet I hadn't seen Rachel for hours.

When I got home I was distressed to learn that the haircut she got a) included glitter in her hair and b) consisted of little more than cutting her bangs and leaving the rest of her hair long, which makes her look like she has a toddler mullet. Ugh -- Drew assures me she looks adorable in hair clips and scrunchies and I had to explain to him that just because I'm a girl, too, does NOT mean I have any talent OR interest in elaborately making up Rachel's hair every morning (which is what the haircut lady did today. I should have been there to supervise, so I can't really blame Drew for this one. Much as I am tempted to). Drew tells me that it doesn't take much to make up Rachel's hair and he promised to show me how tomorrow morning.

Which means I'll spend this Thanksgiving learning how to do my daughter's hair from my clueless husband. Ah, well. Happy Turkey Day, everyone!