Hair today, gone tomorrow

Tomorrow morning I’m getting my hair cut.  Trimmed.  Whatever.  It’s been a super long time since I’ve been to my hair stylist and I look like a woman who lives in a tree stump in a deep dark forest.  Or like a hippie prancing around on an organic farm back in 1974.

I expect I’ll look like a middle-aged housewife when she finishes with me.

Recently, a couple of people have been snatching purses at the mall where the salon is located.  I fully expect to run into them but they will not snatch my purse because I will fight to the death and one mom-glare from me will reduce them to a puddle of fear.  Also?  My purse is not an expensive designer purse, which is apparently what they target.

I was alone in my house this afternoon, thanks to an alignment of events.  My daughter spent the afternoon at a friend’s house–she rode the bus directly there after school.  My son was at school late because once a month he and his buddies have to stay after school while the neighbor-lady runs a PTA meeting.  I sent my teenagers outside for a walk.  They are supposed to walk every day for exercise, but I forget to make them and they conveniently don’t remind me.

So, I was alone for about an hour.  It was glorious and rare.  When we adopted babies fifteen years ago, I had no idea that meant I would hardly ever be alone again.  For you extroverts, that is a dream come true.  For we introverts, it’s exhausting.  Or maybe I should just say I am exhausted.  I am.  Exhausted.

But at least tomorrow at this time I won’t have such an unruly mop of hair.   And there is something to be said for that.

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Hair today, gone tomorrow

3 thoughts on “Hair today, gone tomorrow

  1. As much as I lve my grandsons…and I DO…I’ve been stuck inside almost nonstop for the past few months, either because of snow, rain, east wind pummelling down the Gorge, colds, or all of the above together. Plus I had them the entire weekend this past week so my son and d-i-l could go to the beach for a much-needed break away. Exhausted? Yes. Beyond exhausted. The littlest one has had teeth and ear infections he’s dealing with, too. From the time I got up at 6 am on Friday until they were picked up around 11 Sunday morning, I had a grand total of 1 1/2 hours of sleep. I’d forgotten what it was like to walk the floors with a crying, miserable baby. I remember now. When I got up this morning I asked Dear Hubby, “Is it Saturday yet?” This week with no break over the weekend is making these five days seem endless. Sorry to vent, but I vented to my son yesterday afternoon when Cooper had been crying nonstop since he was dropped off that morning. My son asked, “What do you want me to do?!” and I said, “I dunno. Maybe just listen. I hardly speak to an adult besides your father all week long.” HA!!

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  2. Oh, and I’m very much an introvert, too. I know EXACTLY what you mean. I’m supposed to have Saturday completely to myself but I’m not holding my breath. It seems something always comes up. But I might ‘follow your footsteps’ and go see that new Liam Neesom movie by myself.

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