turbanista

Too much time spent getting ready in the morning equals major toddler trouble.  One minute I'm putting on mascara while G is playing with his cars on the floor and two seconds later he's out of sight and I hear silence. Awesome, right? Doesn't everybody love when their kids are quiet? No. Unless he's eating yogurt melts (in the "lellow" bowl!!) or in a Dora/Umizoomi/Mickey Mouse trance, silence is all around a major warning of impending doom. Like the time (yesterday) he pulled out the surround sound wires and matter of factly handed them to me like they were a present, "Here Mama!!!". Or the time (this morning) he tried to plug in the Christmas lights. Or make a crayon mural all over the kitchen wall (last week). Or unroll all of the toilet paper (everyday).

Needless to say, primping is not a priority most mornings. And getting up at 6am to get ready is just not worth it. Sleep is a precious, valuable commodity around here. It doesn't get traded for much. So, what's a girl to do when she doesn't want a momfro (think Kate Gosselin) on her head?

Behold, the Turban headband! It's a headband, it's a Turban! It's cuter than roots or flat hair when you run out of dry shampoo! Just don't pair it with a sari or hipster scarf (you know, the one you got at Urban Outfitters two years ago) and you're good to go. And now you know.