After a weekend when I discovered that a four year old has a better social life than me, I was looking forward to today. I had planned to meet Pol for our regular coffee/choc/books chat in Borders, especially since we hadn't met without the children since before Christmas.
So this morning I awoke my Darling Girl from her peaceful slumbers and carried on with my morning routine. She was happy enough, we even had time for silly dancing around the kitchen! Then she pushed her long hair back over her ear...there was a thick red lipstick type line which extended from her hairline, about a centimetre from her ear, down past her ear and then curled under her jaw. "What is that?!"
Off to the bathroom for a closer inspection. I have no idea what it could be, until a little voice admits to playing with her Disney "makeup." When? She has not been out of my sight since she got up. "In the night!" is the little whisper.
I was reasonably calm. We have to wash it off. Soap and water don't shift it. Olay daily facial cloth - its still there. Shampoo (both kinds) and its still bright red. Shower gel. Bubble bath. Toothpaste. All the same result. The line is still there!
I am no longer feeling calm. She cannot go to school looking like Adam Ant's little sister, the line is so noticable now her hair is in its school (nit busting) pony tail. We give her little face a rest. And I phone Hub and my parents for advice or potions! So we go through the list again and this time add savlon and washing up liquid. It is fading. Another rest.
Phone Pol...no starbucks today. So she offers to come here complete with Liz Earle cleanser. While we are waiting for her to arrive. I launch another attack on the red line!
Its finally fading. So Darling Girl finally gets ready for school. One last once over with cleanser and she is in school an hour late, chastened and with a suspicious big pink line down the side of her face!
And Pol and I enjoy a morning of looking for an open craft shop and an italian coffee and choc.
This afternoon my mum phoned: "She's a little minx!"
Yeah, and I can just imagine mum's face if had done the same thing!
But I am a bad scrapper. No photos of the line! Basically at 8.30am I have other things on my mind and poor Darling Girl was horrified by the consequences that I think she would not have had her picture taken.
But, if she does it again.....