Conditioner woes

Ahem....sorry about that last night. Didn't mean to take it out on my blog. Won't happen again. In a MUCH better mood today :) I refuse to spend my last day of being 25 in a grump.

First off, here's a scenario for you. You get into the shower in the morning, shampoo your hair etc, then realise that SOMEBODY ( could be the husband with approximately half an inch of hair who has no use for conditioner but still likes to use it anyway, or 3 little girls using the bottle as a squirting toy....i have my suspicions) has used the last of the conditioner.

Aha, you think, i still have a sachet of conditioner that came through the post in 1997 that you knew you'd need one day.

So, you get out of the shower to get said sachet and get back in the shower.

You proceed to spend five minutes trying to rip the thing open with wet hands to no avail.

So you get out of the shower again to rummage through the drawers for the nail scissors, which inevitably are not there, meaning you have to streak to the kitchen to look for the kitchen scissors, all the while hoping fervently you weren't that organised this morning that you actually opened all the curtains.

You cut the darned sachet, push what little conditioner there is up to the top, and watch in dismay as half of it ends up on the shower floor.

Then you carefully extract every last drop of conditioner which actually amounts to about 2 mls which will just about do your fringe, and then realise you've been faffing around in the shower for about 20 minutes and now everyone's late for school.

OK, so the last bit was case-specific, but seriously, is it just me that always happens to??!

No plans for my birthday as yet. Looks like it'll be a quiet one. Adrian would like to go and see Borat and i wouldn't mind so much, so i may coerce someone into looking after the monsters and go do that.

Ah well, off to playgroup! xxxxxx