Make-up Work

Mom, I used your “Eye-touch.”  That’s what she calls my eyeshadow.  Three times in the past two weeks!

Instead of the wall, this time Knuffle Bunny and Pink Bear got make-overs, too.

The next time it was my lipstick.  My favorite lipstick completely flattened.  All over her face and the bedroom wall and her sheets.  I was pretty upset, after all of the discussions we’d had about not using Mom’s make-up.  “Take a picture,” she said.  So I didn’t.  Instead, I finally got smart and hid all of my make-up.  Up high.  The next day she reported, “Mom, I didn’t get into your make-up!”  “Thank you, Hayley—that’s a good choice!”  “Where is it?” she asked.

What Was I Thinking??

Hmmm, it’s Cinco de Mayo.   I think I’ll make homemade tortillas for dinner—I’ve always wanted to try that.  Here’s a recipe online that sounds easy enough and there are pictures of each step.  No problem.  I’ll just make the dough after I pick up Evan from track and before I drop Grant off at swimming.  Then I can cook a couple for Jillian before I take her to rehearsal, and finish the rest after I take dinner over to a friend who just had surgery.  See the problem here?  Like things ever go as smoothly as I plan them.  I couldn’t have pulled it off without Evan.  He made the dough, and then later rolled and cooked.  And they were delicious!

For you observant types, this picture was staged.  The big stack of papers in the forefront, on the counter?  I just put them there so that you wouldn’t feel too bad if your counters ever look like this.  Mine are always clean, but if yours aren’t, I’d never judge you.  And if any of you are ever running so far behind that you don’t sit down to eat until 7:30pm on a school night, well, shame on you.  Because that would never happen around here.  Never.

And since it is Thursday, we had Key Lime Squares.  Doesn’t everyone serve dessert on Thursday nights?  Of course you do.  But we didn’t eat it at 10pm while reading the scriptures.  Who has family scripture study at such a late hour?  Not us.  And if we did, our two-year-old would definitely not still be awake.  No way.