Which I am.
No, I'm talking about the fact that my daughter fell and split her chin today and had to be tended to by doctors.
And that is my hair emergency.
Let's back up.
After getting back from the gym and feeding the kids lunch, I hopped in the shower.
Josh was getting ready to go into work, and the kids were playing nicely together.
You know better than that, don't you?
They were playing together like they usually do, with much maligning over perceived slights and injustices.
Then Alex decided to take off running through the kitchen, slipped on the kitchen floor that was wet from a fresh mopping, and broke her fall with her chin.
Of course my floor wasn't freshly mopped. She slipped on some dirty clothes that have no business on the kitchen floor.
But she did break her fall with her face, as my children seem inclined to do.
(They get their athleticism from their father.)
So Josh, who is super good at freaking out when it comes to illness and injury related to our children and possibly himself, insisted that my presence was necessary IMMEDIATELY and UNCONDITIONALLY RIGHT THEN AND THERE.
Do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars, and most importantly, do not take the time to rinse the conditioner out of your hair.
In his defense, we do have exceptionally poor water pressure in the master bathroom, and it probably would have taken me...oh, one to two minutes to rinse it out.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I have been experiencing a hair emergency since lunchtime today.
After looking at her chin and determining that stitches might be in order, we called and were able to
The doc was iffy on whether or not she really needed stitches vs. the glue/steri-strips approach, and finally settled on doing the latter.
We go back tomorrow to have her rechecked.
She did really well while they were working on her, and was duly rewarded with her choice of treats.
She picked a Hershey's bar and a skipped nap.
Can you believe that I failed to take a picture of her bandaged chin?
Tomorrow, for sure.
Bad news-- 5 days of not getting it wet means no pool for us for awhile.
Good news-- my hair, while gunky and greasy looking, is getting a deep-conditioning.