filters, impressions, and suffering

Since my last post…

• Ali returned from L.A., flew to D.C., came home to inform me that I have brittle hair and need to do something about it, and then left for Boston.

• The Takeaway: Pantene isn’t cutting it anymore – my hair is in a bad place. And my husband still needs to learn to filter.

At Tao, one of our favorite restaurants in NYC.

• Maya had a holiday party with 3 of her friends. I put together cute holiday gift bags (if I do say so myself) complete with matching earmuffs, matching T-shirts, holiday pens, erasers, and more. It’s been 5 days and Maya’s gift bag is still sitting in the living room, mostly untouched. And when I dropped Maya at school this morning we spied a pair of the aforementioned earmuffs abandoned and headed for the lost and found.

• The Takeaway: My gift bags clearly made a huge impression. On me.

Apparently the dim lighting at Tao camouflages my brittle hair.

•  Since nobody else wanted to venture out into the cold to hit the grocery store this weekend (I needed help carrying the bags), I took a stand and decided not to go at all. Thus our fridge is currently empty except for one banana, ketchup, mustard, jam, M&Ms, and frozen fish sticks. (And milk of course. We always have milk as you know.)

•  The Takeaway: I’m very much regretting my “stand” and will continue to regret it as dinner approaches.
•  The Takeaway 2: I inevitably suffer when I try to make others suffer.

Lucky Maya has no brittle hair.

Ali is returning from Boston tonight, to a home with no food, a daughter who has no appreciation, and to a wife who has brittle hair.

I almost feel sorry for him.