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Friday, November 13, 2009
Haircut
Like any “new” mom, I’ve been kind of neglecting my looks lately.
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”.
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”.
