We helped my mother clear a few bits out of the garage today and found some letters from friends, childhood books, and photos of my sister and I from high school.
Do you see the length of my hair? How did I get up at 6am each morning, shower, dry it, and use hot rollers to make it just so in time to leave for school, which began at 7:15am? Crazy. Obviously, I had no children to get fed, dressed, brushed, and hustled out the door with me.
In case you think I went to school with my hair in a pony tail most of the time, you'd be wrong. Pony tails were reserved for basketball, weekends, and the beach. It wasn't until 8am chemistry classes in college did I learn the effectiveness of the pony tail.