Each year the Middle School students at the girls' school go to Catalina for a week. This is the week and both Emily and Paul are gone. Paul has gone as the chaperone every year that Emily has been in Middle School. Emily's sad that this will be her last trip and she's already told Paul that he can't chaperone when Hannah's old enough to go since that would mean that he got to go more than her. They always have a great time snorkeling, rock climbing, hiking, dissecting squids (okay Emily is not thrilled with this part), learning about marine life and more. Everyone comes home exhausted but happy from these trips. I'm just really glad that the week they went this year was changed. Last year, the 8th graders had to test for high school the Saturday morning after they got back from Catalina - luckily this year they've already completed their testing so Emily won't have to go through that when they get back.
With both Paul and Emily gone, that means that Hannah and I are home alone for the week. Hannah didn't have school on Monday or Tuesday because it was parent-teacher conference time. Yesterday we went to see Nanny McPhee which we both enjoyed. And, today Hannah got her hair cut. She insisted on looking through the book of styles and picked the one she wanted and had it done. The hair stylist was probably amazed that I let someone so young pick out her own style but then again the hair stylist probably thought she was a 1st or 2nd grader. It looked very cute with one side curled under and the other flipped up and she really liked it. Then tonight after her shower she discovered the sad truth that all women must learn at some point in their lives. No matter what the cut you will never be able to make your hair look like the hair stylist did. :) It's been a major trauma since shower time to try to get her hair to look the way she wants. Poor Hannah and just think there will be more of these types of truths she'll have to endure as she gets older.
I feel for her on the hair thing though and may very well be going through the same trauma later this week since it's on my agenda to get my hair cut too. For the past, oh probably 10 years, I've just been having my hair cut into a collar-length blunt bob and then coloring at home. I'm debating trying to branch out a bit this time and in having my hair professionally colored since the at home jobs just aren't doing the job any more. So, I could be enduring the multiple trauma of cut and color later this week!