I wonder if now they think of me in terms of how tired and un-put-together I look? The shapeless hair streaked with grey, the bags under my eyes, the extra pounds in all the wrong places, lol. The ill fitting and out of style clothes? I never before viewed myself as "hot" but I at least felt confident...but now I am so far from confident that I don't even remember what it was like. My pre-mom days seemed to be an equal balance of good days and bad days. Days where I would have other women stop me while out and ask where I got my hair done or what color I used, or where they could find the awesome shirt I had on...and days where I hoped to run in and out of the grocery store without being seen by anyone I knew. Now it's all bad days. Hopefully, as of Saturday August 15th, I can tip the scales just a bit back in my favor. If there is a Patron Saint of hair stylists, could everyone please pray that the guy cutting my hair is on top of his game that day??????? A bad hair cut is way worse than no hair cut (as I found out this spring, lol)
And I have to give a big thanks to my new friend Becky. If it weren't for her my hair appointment would still just be another idea bouncing around in my head along with the other "got to get around to that" stuff that it cramming up my brain! But she took the reins, booked the appointments, and will get me there and back. Hopefully we will both walk out of the salon refreshed, feeling gorgeous, AND ready to get back to our kids, lol. If not, we could always just fill up her car with gas and keep on driving.......
