For fuck's sake.
So this morning, after a week off for Spring Break, I'm trying to get ready to drive the kids to school. Everything is fine until I get out of the shower, and I attempt to put the leave-in conditioner in my hair.
Some tiny part of my brain registered that the bottle seemed to be spraying a larger amount than usual and that it smelled funny, but apparently that wasn't enough for me to get a clue. Like normal, I bent at the waist and worked the stuff through my hair only to notice an odd bottle sitting on the counter as I stood. Yes indeed, ladies and gentlemen, I worked a whole handful of Spray and Wash Stain Remover into my hair. Yeah, you read that right. Spray and wash. Stain remover in my hair.
At least it's not as bad as the time when I accidentally shaved part of my head when Corwin was a newborn. I thought I'd picked up the pick to work the conditioner through my hair, only it was the razor and I took off a good chunk of hair off the top of my head. I didn't eve n realize it until I ended up with a handful of hair. There was a lot of barrette wearing for a while after that little incident.
So here's hoping the Spray and Wash doesn't ruin my hair. I clearly wasn't meant to function coherently at the asscrack of dawn.