Mother's Day Makeover

May I say, this is by far the cutest Mother's Day idea ev-ER!  On the Friday before Mother's day, I was going through Jack's backpack and saw an invitation to a Mother's Day Makeover in his class the following Monday morning at 8 am.  The moms were supposed to bring their makeup and haircare products to let their first grader pamper them and serve them breakfast.  I gotta say I was all OVER this idea.  I love getting to go up to Jack's school.  Now that I work full time I don't have as much chance to do it as I used to, so when this opportunity came up I was so very excited.  Jack saw me smiling as I read the invitation and he says this... "Mom, you're not planning to come to that are you??  I'm not a girl, I don't know anything about makeup, and there's this song we have to sing at the end and I do NOT want you to hear me sing my song."  I mean talk about a buzz kill.  Here I am all excited for some mother son spa time, and he wants no part of it.  So what do I do??  What any good mother would....I RSVP and go despite his objections.

Here are a frend and I before the makeovers began.  I can't even TELL you how sweet it was.  We got there and the kids served us coffee cake with fruit and coffee.  Jack even got me my creamer.  I mean seriously how adorable is that?

Now as you can see, I am already wearing mascara and my hair is already styled.  I had to go in to work straight from this "makeover" and....well.....I love my son, but don't have much confidence in his ability to create a professional looking hairstyle for his mamma.  His hair is 3/4 of an inch long and the most styling he does during a day is try and wet down his bead head.  And if you think there's any WAY I'm letting my 7 year old get near my eyeball with a mascara wand, you're sniffing a little too much glue.  

The boy and I "before."

Annnnnnnd the after.  He made me look like a blond Bozo that had just stepped off my mini tricycle. All I'm missing is the red nose. Probably my favorite part of the entire thing was seeing the face of the teacher as she watched Jack do this to my face.  I didn't look in a mirror until the end, and by her expression I could tell that the results weren't going to be pretty.  And lordy lordy just take a look at me.  My gosh.

And then....the hair.  The beloved hair.  He really really really wanted to brush my hair.  I had the perfect tease going and my hair looked pretty stellar that day, but being the sacrificing mother that I am I gave all that up for my boy.  :)  I let him create about 748 (new) split ends with a comb I happened to have in my purse.  I also had a travel size bottle of my hairspray with me.  I thought whyyyyy the heck not.  Let's let the kid have the whole experience.  So I handed him the little aerosol can and he proceeded to blast me in the back of the head from a distance of about 1 inch like he was assulting a friend with can of silly string at a birthday party.  I left that school and headed to work looking like a clown freak with a silver dollar sized patch of hair crusted to the back of my skull.  But let me tell you, it was by far the most fun I had all week.  Joy joy joy with my boy.