Turns out I'm not bald

  I'm cheap and I hate spending money on beauty expenditures. I wait to wax my eyebrows until my lady comes looking for me. My hair is three different colors and several different lengths. I try really I do. I cut my own bangs and split ends. I dye my own hair and when I haven't chewed them down I paint my own nails.
  I know many other mom's are just like me. We do this because we would rather our kids have the best of everything. In saying this I am frantically praying that this is not a balls spot. Nay a bald crater. I thought it would be a time saver if I bleached my hair while getting the weeks meals prepared.  Separate ten pounds of meat, add a foil. Assemble lunches, add a foil. So on and so on. Rush rush rush. I have to to get Ben's game.
  So hair is rinsed so I can add color when I get home. DAFAQ?!?! How long was that in? My hair fell out in one spot and I don't have time to deal with it. Put a
  Cheer cheer cheer go team. Hurry home and throw the color in. In my mind I decided that if the scalp was at least a color it would be better then plain bald.
  Turns out I'm not bald, just not a hair dresser.
The moral is this... TAKE TIME FOR YOURSELF AND SPEND SOME MONEY ON YOU. Kids are amazing but they are only as amazing as their mom.

The tooth fairy is an alcoholic.

This all started because the Tooth Fairy is an alcoholic bitch and ADD is actually going to be the disease that kills me. Motherhood is not for the faint of heart it is very very hard. Everyday I learn a new lesson and by the next day I've already forgotten what that lesson was.
  Yesterday's lesson was don't forget something that is very important to your female preteen.  When you have a diver and her bag is at home and the meet is an hour away you have to be  to take what may be the worst case of martyrdom you have ever had to endure.  Now please don't assume that the purchase of a new suit and towel would make her come down from her self imposed cross. In fact that throws gas on the flames. Ok lesson learned.
  Brings us this morning. Eight this morning I hear the sigh outside my bedroom door.  You know the one that every knows, the universal sigh of "you might as well rip my heart out".  I inquire only to be met with the headache answer. Ah yes I failed at something... again.  Then it hits me that stupid tooth that she had been carrying around in a baggy until she came home from her Sugs house. Yes yes that's it. So what's the best my first thing in the morning brain outputs? Put it under my pillow. Yep that's plan. "Mom why did she do that?" I am sure she is a drunk.
Fabulous.
Tooth Fairy guilt money. Thanks