My children’s book is finished and I now have immersed myself into Publishing hell. I am so unequipped to handle this launch. As I walk down the street like the Pied Piper, with five captivated children listening to my story, I wonder how I am ever going to achieve turning it into a published book.  Brevitt has been consumed by it and has already created the sequel to the story and I feel hard pressed to get that written as well.

The boys came into my office this morning to see why Wade was laughing at me as I slaved away at the computer trying to figure out where to begin. I have never seen him so animated at 7:00am. He had just finished his umpteenth cup of coffee and thought I was a hilarious site. “Come see Princess Leah”, he called to the boys.

Glad to be so amusing to my tribe, I explained that I needed to put my hair up like that because it helped me get into children book mode. They handed me a lightsaber and cheered me on.

Axel used to cry when I would come home with straight hair after a day at the beauty salon. He would demand that I go wash the curl back in and bring his mommy back. I would try to explain to him that it was really nice to sometimes have hair that didn’t have a life of it’s own. He inherited his father’s beautiful thick, straight hair so what could he know of my personal daily struggle.

Rather than have a long post devoted to my bad hair days I thought I would just show you the pictures that Brevitt took of me this morning. I have always hated that my hair gave away my personality. Nobody wants to be predictable but I gave in to my curls a long time ago understanding the rule of the beast. After all, you can’t train a wild animal to become domesticated.

(how I feel at any given moment. Look out or I may pounce)