dreadlocks?

I got to work this morning and realized I forgot to brush my hair.  Not that it really matters that much, it would have looked nearly the same, but the ponytail would have looked a little more "finished" under my headband.   I wear my hair the same everyday.  On special occasions I will straighten it and wear it down... that means I am "dressed up".   I HATE doing my hair.  One of the many things that I guess would put me in that tomboy category.  I talk to girls who literally spend an hour on just their hair... AN HOUR!  Good lord I have better things to do with my time in the mornings...like sleeping in.  However, it's these same girls that do their hair for an hour(and that I think are a little crazy), that I feel insecure around.  What sense does that make to feel insecure around someone you think is a little crazy?  This is only the beginning of my silliness.  Because when I feel insecure I have a tendancy to make a complete fool of myself.  Words just start falling out of my mouth and the whole time I find myself thinking "STOP TALKING!  CLOSE YOUR MOUTH!"  I rarely listen to myself, and instead lay awake at night replaying my stupid comments over and over again in my head till I drive myself nuts.  Am I alone here? 
In other news, a three year old called me crazy today.  I told him he was right.  He was absolutely right, "your teacher IS in fact crazy".  I wonder how that conversation will replay at home.  "Mom, Miss Sasha told me she was crazy today!"  That doesn't sound too bad I guess.  It has to be better than the time my preschoolers went home and told their parents that I dumped the class fish down the sink.  oops.  I meant, let "Toto" go free to the ocean.  That's right kids, the drain from our class sink (in Kansas) leads to the ocean where Toto is now free to find his family. 
I think I'll go brush my hair.

Tyler made me do it.

Probably because I'm a preschool teacher, but before I type anything that offends anyone, I must first place the blame on someone else.  My husband insisted that I begin blogging.  Therefore he is to blame for just about anything said here.  Ok, now that that's out of the way.  Let the blogging commence.