On Tuesday I volunteered to pick up some desserts and drive them to my mom-in-law's work for an event they were having. I was in a rush to get out of the house. Anya had been cranky all morning and was sitting on the floor crying. I was looking around for her pacifier and a pair of clean pants for her because the ones she was wearing (though I put them only minutes ago) were now covered in banana.
After a couple of minutes I came downstairs to find this:
My chemist/make up artist. He took my mascara, opened it and plunged it into the make up bottle. Then he did that to his face and hands and smeared more all over the table.
Now I was late. With a crazy looking kid, dirty table, grey-tinted bottle of make-up and flesh colored mascara. On the bright side, he had shared some make up with Anya so she was now calmly entertained.
The real kicker is this: It takes me about two years to go through a bottle of make up. I had a gift card to Macy's that I have been saving up for almost a year just for this (I don't buy anything else at Macy's. The make up is from Origins). The previous night we were at the mall to get my laptop fixed, I had been out of makeup for about a week, so I bought a brand new bottle. It wasn't even out of the box yet! The mascara too was a very recent purchase and I was thrilled to have gotten it with a coupon and on sale for a couple of bucks.
Both things ruined. I don't know how and where and why he got my makeup bag... That morning I was already on the edge... but as I was washing this kid off, I just had to do that you-are-now-crazy out loud laugh. Oh kids....