And then sometimes, my voice makes this terrible screeching sound that I've never heard before, and I'm saying, "INDIA, GET OVER HERE SO I CAN DO YOUR HAIR!!!" and I can't believe that sound came from inside me, and I have visions of becoming THAT woman - the one in Safeway with the short shorts and big crunchy hair, cell phone clasped in jewelry laden fingers, hollering at her chocolate faced baby in the bulk candy section.
Ahhhh... motherhood. The great equalizer.
Which reminds me. You should look at this. You should write a letter. You should spread some love, ladies. Ho, ho, ho, you know.
That's a whole lot of "shoulds" for someone who hates that word. May I suggest...