Been in a funk lately. Been working WAAAAYYY too many hours. As my friend Liz wrote to me “No vacation goes unpunished.” But work was bad BEFORE vacation. So it’s reached new levels. 16 hour days this week. Stressful days. And I haven’t seen my child which just sends me into a tizzy. Tizzies are bad. Bad things happen in tizzies. Had a Brittney Spears breakdown moment…
Seriously, all I went in for was my monthly covering of the greys. I have been considering donating my hair for YEARS, but didn’t think I could stand to be without my hair. 20 years the same length. Freaked out and told my stylist to cut it off. I had ponytail holders with me because, SURPRISE, my hair was in braids when I went in. So she did. And now I feel naked. There’s a whole ‘nother shirt or some upper body covering that I’m missing. I miss my hair terribly. I *AM* happy I can help a child who needs hair, but I do so hope mine will grow fast. I HATE it gone. I don’t want to be negative here, so please save the “it looks cute” or “it’ll be cooler in the summer” or whatever other happy advice you have. I miss my hair. Terribly. I can’t say it enough. 18 inches (I measured!) — 3 years and I’ll be back to normal. And hopefully there will be a child out there who’s super excited to have my hair. It treated me pretty well, I hope it treats him/her well too. xo
For those of you blog readers who’ve never seen me with my hair down, I’ll include a bad picture from our vacation. In the picture, my hair is sort of tucked behind my shoulders…honestly, it was mere inches from my navel.
Sweet dreams, jellybeans!
