Friday, November 13, 2009
After 9 long weeks I finally made the time to get myself a haircut. I also got my said mop colored a nice shade of “Truffle”.
I really needed it. My hair is curly and anyone with a short cut will tell you that you look like quite the site if you wait that long to get a trim. Plus I realized I’m a whole lot grayer that I had imagined after not having the time to color my locks in over 3 months.
Since taking over parenting duties, I have no right shoulder and my hands have “had it”, plus I no longer have a shower that qualifies as “okay” to mess up and color my hair in. So off I went with my favorite color in hand and told my husband he could watch the boys for a few hours. My plans were to get that pixie cut that doesn’t need much effort put into it.
I came home with said cut and color 2-1/2 hours later. My husband asked why I “did that” to my head. Our daughter noticed it over the webcam later. Our son joined his fiancé, nephews and parents for dinner and asked why I cut it so short.
My answer: HAVE ANY OF YOU NOTICED THAT I AM WEARING THUMB BRACES TO BED AND CAN’T HOLD A D---N HAIRDRYER LATELY????
Suddenly everyone was complimenting me on how cute I looked and telling me that I was so lucky to be able to get by with such a short look. “It’s not just anyone who can pull off that look.”
I’m also cranky because I’m about to have yet another birthday. Birthdays make me cranky. I don’t know why-but they do.
I’m also cranky because my schedule is getting more and more filled with things to do that have nothing which includes what I need to pay attention too. So I’m simplifying as much as possible.
This has been quite a hard month in so many ways.
I’ve gone 9 weeks without a haircut before and I’ve gone 3 months without dying my hair lots of times. Obviously I’ve had plenty of birthdays prior to this one.
Not sure why I feel that this haircut and dye job was so important or why this particular birthday has me feeling cross. My best guess is that I’m realizing that no matter what I think and feel-times change as much as I do and not all of it is “pretty”.
Why does pain have to be such a companion of having lots of birthdays? So many of my contemporaries are struggling with aches and pains of all sorts. And medicines don't always help that much.
Hope you are feeling better today though.