Hair Woes.

Once upon a time in 2006, I had long hair.
It was nice... But it took me about an hour
-start to finish- to wash it and dry it and
blow-dry it and (finally!) straighten it.

So one day I decided to get it cut. And highlighted.
I still liked it. Until a week later, when I hated it.
I vowed, Never again will I succumb to the wooing
of the Mom-Do! I will not blame diapers and spit-up
and my complete lack of hair knowledge.
I WILL have loooooong hair, I promised.

Unfortunately, I gave in. And cut some more. It
was bad enough that photographic proof of that phase
has somehow vanished from any accessible place in my
house. I mustered every drop of patience available in
my body and it slowly, painstakingly, reached this point:
"I love your hair," my husband would say
when I appeared in the living room in the morning.
He'd even give it an appreciative fluff sometimes.
Old habits are hard to break, though. Maybe with child #3, I will have beaten
the haircut monster.