Sticks and Stars

I’m actually feeling better, finally. Which is a funny thing to write because today I feel like I have a bad cold and that means that I don’t actually feel great, but in comparison to how I’ve been feeling, I’m at the peak of rosy-cheeked health.

And that’s good because this morning I had to take my five year old to ballet dance class, and while he was in class I had to race to a nearby store with my almost-two year old to grab all the remaining Easter candy for tomorrow festivities, and after we picked up my five year old I then had to drag both boys to my office so that I could spend a little more time working on my project that’s due Monday morning because while I finished it with minutes to spare on Friday afternoon, my boss emailed me to let me know that it didn’t appear to actually be working. Luckily, the fixes were small and even more luckily, the conference room at my office provides the perfect contained environment where my kids could play while I typed and tested madly.

I also broke down and bought myself some beauty accouterments today. One thing I failed to realize about my new hair cut is that while it looked lovely straight from the skilled hands of the stylist, once I got home, washed it, and let it dry on its own (my usual hair styling method), it looked like complete crap. It didn’t matter so much while I was sick because it only contributed to my overall air of decrepitude, but now that I appear to be on the mend, I figure that I have to see if I can reproduce what she did in the salon if I ever want to look decent again. But I’m not happy about it! I don’t want hair that I have to spend an hour fucking with before I can leave the house! I don’t want hair that requires beauty accouterments! Already this decision is wreaking havoc with my life as I ponder the ramifications. My hair is really thick so it FOREVER to blow it dry, which means that I’ll probably have to start showering at night. Except if I stop showering in the morning then I will no longer be showering after I work out, which means that I’ll be ripe all day.

I’m really pretty unhappy about this. Usually when I get a hair cut or get anything done to my hair I carefully explain that I do not have the time or inclination to spend an hour in front of the mirror every day and so whatever I end up with needs to be wash ‘n go. But this time I forgot. I was so distracted by the notion of getting rid of my damaged ends (and for free!) that I completely forgot to give my little speech and so now I’m stuck with the results. But I’m going to try to do right by my hair, at least for a little while. Maybe it’ll be easier than expected, maybe it’ll be more fun than it used to be, hell, maybe I’ll even derive some pleasure out of this process of making myself purty every day.

*sigh*

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