A stack of magazines, school work, file folders, VBS manuals, mail, and random papers sits about eight inches high on my desk. The folded laundry is stacked on the Lane recliner, the one I paid $10.00 for at a garage sale last summer. My computer is decorated with thirteen post-it notes, all containing vital information.
Dirty dishes remain in the kitchen sink. Baskets of dirty laundry sit upstairs. The bananas are rapidly turning from ripe to black. The newspaper from Sunday waits for me on the kitchen table. I must read the Sunday paper. It’s one of my rules.
One week of school to go and we have to finish up two units of science, two units of math, some composition and a bunch of spelling. Four weeks until Vacation Bible School (Fiesta!) and I have many positions left to fill.
And I have a cold.
We bought a used van. We agreed to pay $1300 to fix our old car. My son left his glasses at his friend’s house and the friend’s dog gnawed a lens right out of the glasses. I’m going to take a picture because if you can’t laugh about the destruction of prescription glasses, you are missing a component necessary to surviving motherhood. So, I will joke about it.
My email box is jammed so full that I fear my long-time friends are plotting against me. I owe everyone in the world an email. I have a real letter with an actual stamp from a prisoner sitting somewhere in the pile on my desk (or maybe in the pile on the kitchen counter). (The letter is sitting somewhere–not the prisoner. The prisoner is in Virginia.) I started writing her months ago, committed myself to writing her cheerful, newsy, breezy letters . . . and now, I’m lagging behind. The poor woman is in prison and I can’t seem to get a letter written to her.
So, all this swirls around me and in the midst of this madness, I have concluded that I need to make a life change. A serious life-change, one I have dreaded and avoided for years–for 30 years, as a matter of fact. Terror fills me, yet I see no other choice.
That’s right. I decided to grow out my bangs. I hope the universe doesn’t grind to a halt in the wake of this momentous decision.
Actual Unretouched Photo 
Some laundry is folded. That’s a plus.
Banana bread?
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Ha ha ha ha ha! I was feeling anxious the whole time reading that post – thinking how I, too had so many things to get done and so little time to do it – then you hit me with that last bit and I just cracked up!!! Too funny!
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At least you decided to GROW them, not CUT them. Growing can always be remedied. Cutting takes a while.
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wow. you sound quite overwhelmed. a lot of things on your plate. i felt overloaded just reading your post 🙂
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Do tell about the prisoner. Oh so curious 🙂
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Dirty dishes. Check. Broken/lost prescription glasses. Check. Buried under mountains of laundry. Check. Unwritten letters. Check. Venturing into the realm of long bangs. Check.
Yup, that settles it. We’re clones.
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Hah, definitely the kind of decision that should be made when you are swamped and stressed.
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Could this maybe really mean you are just way too busy to go get them cut?
Hummm
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I think Paige is right, you’re just too busy to cut them!
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Ugh! I have a cold too. I only have a little bit of laundry folded. I had to give up because my nose kept dripping on it.
Feel Better.
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I grew mine out over the past year and look a lot smarter now. Cuts only lasted 2-3 weeks, and then they looked awkward the next eight.
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Oh no, not the bangs! I have very curly hair, too, so I feel your pain. I think I’ll go take a nap now….just reading your post made me feel tired and stressed. 😉
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Are you trying to tempt fate and throw the entire universe into disarray? Stop it now before it is too late!
Oh wait.That was when I tried to grow mine out. Nevermind. Continue as desired…
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I think you need to move that folded laundry off the Lane recliner and sit YOURSELF down in it, ha! Your life now reminds me of my life back in the 80s and I ended up having a complete physical breakdown and burn-out. Even affected my heart. So Mel…take it from someone who’s been there…sloooooooooow down.
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You need a wife!
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Bangs must all be destroyed. Good decision.
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Oh, man! My heart goes out to you….the dreaded bang growing decision.
Invest in many, many cute headbands and glittery clips!
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Oh, I think your growing your bangs out just when they are making a big comeback…..or are they? I’m feeling very bad for that poor incarcerated woman, I hope she has more than one pen pal to sit in her four walled cell to wait upon, and wait, and wait…..this is why I try not to make any bigger commitments than can be done in the next fifteen minutes, that’s my short-term memory strategy…um what was I saying?
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