Because nobody sees what I do, except the kids and the dog–and they don’t exactly understand what’s going on.  I wonder if I should feel like I’m living life on the edge–some Jane Bond in my secret world of secretive secrecy.  I guess that would only happen if all the “secret” stuff I was doing was actually interesting.

But, in case you’re interested, here’s a nice little tidbit I learned today.  If a 3-year-old gets a roundbrush stuck in her hair so badly that you are almost certain that you’ll have to cut it all off, just pull out the wire cutters, say “goodbye” to your hair brush, cut off all the prongs, douse with a gallon or two of detangling spray, and comb it on out.

Now for a minor rant, though–why do people seem to think that you have to spend 5 hours working out individual strands of a kid’s hair out of a round brush or drive your kids across town for some extra-curricular activity that can be done closer–to “prove” that you love them?  Mille and Kayla (my mother-in-law and sister-in-law) just about died today when I told them that I was thinking about just cutting the brush out and getting the rest of her hair cut 2 inches long to match.  It’s HAIR.  It GROWS.  She’d LIVE.  I’d be cutting off her hair, not her head.  My friend Diane is an angel–she came up with the perfect word for what I’m trying to say–be SENSIBLE!!!

And we’ve been ranting about our in-laws ever since.  I don’t mention problems I have with my in-laws very often to anyone–I think I mentioned it once to someone a year or so ago, but I think that was the last time, and it was probably at least that long before then that I said anything, either.  But, *sigh*–it’s nice to have someone who knows…