Friday was already going to be an indulgent day, because not only were we going out, we were getting a baby sitter.
So I did what any sane woman would and locked myself in the bathroom where I slathered on a face mask and slapped on some teeth whitening strips. Espen was sleeping, so I knew I was working against an unpredictable clock that might wake up at any time. There was a tense moment where I thought he was waking up while my face was still completely and vibrantly green, which I was pretty sure he would fail to appreciate, but he obligingly went back to sleep again. That boy... always thinking of his mother!
It only took a few extra minutes, but it's amazing how far something like that can go towards making you feel like a girl. And that is something that is likely going to become increasingly important to me in the years to come, seeing as I'm already outnumbered by the boys in my family. Also, it's only a matter of time before Espen realizes he is into boy stuff, and that watching me do my hair is no longer awesome. Which means that I have to get into some good girly habits now, before we all descend into a swirly mess of video games and power tools.
Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Clearly.