Unfortunately I didn't have time to do their hair before I left but assumed K would give it a go.
Fast forward to Sunday night and I'm back at the station and my fabulous family were there waiting for me. The girls were wearing knee length skirts and snow boots- no leggings or tights. Oh well, they're old enough to put on some more clothes if their cold right? But the hair.... they both had their hair plaited. I was amazed! I didn't realise K could plait hair.... I mentioned it and Meg laughed and said 'he didn't do our hair yesterday or today!' Ahhh, that explains it! Oh well, they lived.
I had left a meal plan and all the ingredients but shopping with daddy is one of the girls favourite things to do when I'm away so they had supplemented it all with mochi and cream pan and as Amy mentioned about a dozen times in one 40 minute ride home 'Gum. We had gum. Chewing gum!' Another contraband.... Oh well, they lived.
I had had Meg finish all her homework before I left and all she had left to do was to get Daddy to go through and mark it for her. Only when he suggested they do it she didn't want to. Instead of insisting he acquiesced. So I got home to five pages of homework to correct and then have Meg redo the mistakes. Oh well, she lived.
And I can't be too critical after all as, as well as the meeting, I went out for a fabulous dinner with wonderful women, had a ball walking all over Kyoto, did some shopping and just had a great escape from the same old, same old and I'm very grateful for the opportunity.
But not brushing hair for two days straight? That's beyond gross!