She liked to scream.
No one wanted to look after her.
I also wasn't working and we were living the rice and mince lifestyle. When living in this lifestyle 'option' a regular trip to the hair salon is out of the question. And considering I would have had to take screaming banshee with me, there would have been no relaxing either.
Nine months went past before I made it to the hairdresser.
But oh how that has paid off.
I added my entry to a competition PottyMouthMama was running offering a night at the Werribee Mansion. You had to answer:
The last thing I expected about being a mum is/was:
To fall in love with dummies, dimmer switches and think it was ok to not go to a hair dresser for nine months.
AND. I. WON!
Thank you dear screaming banshee child of mine, if not for you, Mumma would not be excitedly planning a weekend of luxury sometime soon. And let's not highlight that everyone else may have mentioned the unexpected and unconditional love of a child.
Soon Mr H. and I will be off to Werribee and we shall not (do you hear me Mr H.) we shall not be doing a tour of the zebras and giraffes, we have already seen them 72,000 times.
I may possibly be seen at any of the destinations below though.
|I expect I will also look like this after a weekend of pampering.|
All images are from here