This morning when Sasha came downstairs I stopped her as she was about to walk past me. I needed to check if she is the same height as me now!
I think she’s still about a centimetre smaller, phew. I pointed out that it will feel strange to have both my babies taller than me and Sasha replied ‘I’m not a baby. I’m over a decade old. Get with the times, mum!’ 😂
That told me. I’m relieved today because Sasha seems to have woken up in a good mood. I’m hopeful that we can do something productive for a change, though of course that will still be led by her. First though, the most boring job in the world for me.. getting rid of my grey roots. Edging ever closer to the time when I will make a change and not have to do this any more (am loving the @grombre inspiration!), but I somehow need to find the time to get to a salon and talk to someone about it! Mañana, mañana 😬