That's what I look like. But thanks anyway.

So, as you all  those two people who actually read my blog know that my child is a little bit difficult. She still cries all night, and unfortunately all the nice tips *snort* of my non existent commenters didn't help.  Over the last few weeks I only had a few nights where I could actually sleep. I mean, really sleep. And during the day my daughter wants attention. Lots of attention.

Anyways, I don't have the time to shower every day (yeah, I know, super gross) nor to put on any make up or something else that makes me look like a human.
But today, luck was on my side. My husband came home way earlier and I could go to Starbucks the grocery store alone. I know: W-O-W.

So I took the car keys and drove into town. The good think about a car is, that people don't actually see what you look like (especially your hair). But I digress.
I eventually arrived in the mall and was overwhelmed by everything I missed. All the wonderful stores and snack restaurants and candy stores...sigh.
At one point I got into the make-up and wellness part of a store. I randomly looked at stuff I won't ever be able to use anymore. Out of nowhere there was one of those Barbie saleswomen standing next to me.
"Can I help you, miss?" Ugh, how I hate such high pitched voices, full with fake politness.

"No thanks, I'm just looking." I tried to sound nice. I really did.

"This is a really good shampoo, makes your hair smell wonderful!" Apparently I was too nice.
"And this here, is a moisture mask for your hair. It's very easy. You see, just put it on when taking a nice bath, let it soak in for 10 minutes and then rinse. It's so convenient, 'cause in those ten minutes you could have a glass of wine and relaaax..." 

Hmmm....which part of "I'm just looking" didn't she understand? Besides, uuuh....after a nice bath?? Who is she kidding? I mean, do I look as if I had the time to take a bath?  Ha! And then, uuuhhh...soak in for 10 friggin' minutes? HA! Oh, and the last part is my favorite. A glass of wine. During a bath. Yeah...of course, Mrs. Barbie.

But I didn't say any of that out loud. I'm too polite. I guess she only wanted to help. Or she was scared of how awesome (....) my hair looked like.

The world just has to accept that now there is another one of those.
Dear world (and Barbie-saleswomen), that's what I look like. But thanks for trying anyway.