Yesterday I had a hair appointment and coincidentally, Jadon's mom did too. We sat across from each other and compared notes on when we are leaving our sons home alone in the next few weeks. They are good boys and probably won't blow up their houses or themselves. We trust them or we wouldn't leave them behind.
But there is comfort in knowing that we're in this together. We'll have Jadon over, they'll have Braeden over. We'll keep an eye on things.
It's hard to beat the combined forces of mothers working together. It's one of my favorite things in the world.
That and the feeling of getting my hair cut. I feel like being able to cut layers is a superpower. Layers make the world go round.
And now for the obligatory and slightly awkward selfie to show I no longer resemble an overgrown dandelion.