I know the grass is always greener.
I’m sure that is true somewhere but I just want to say for the record that I might have the worst hair ever.
Ever since I got pregnant it stinks. I guess it might have something to do with my lack of motivation to do it…It might also have something to do with the enormous amount of hormones that have been shocking through my body for a year. (Yay! Hormones!)
But my hair is the worst. I’m serious. Just look at these for proof.
Now…this is several months after I realized I couldn’t afford to keep my haircut and decided to grow it out. We all look a little hot in this picture and I am about 5 months pregnant but come on! My hair looks wretched! It looks like a bird ate it and puked it up and made a nest on my head out of the puke.
Why God!?! Oh WHY?!
This is me only minutes before they admitted me to the hospital to give birth to Clarey. Now most people don’t look that good when they go into labor but I know for a fact that I took the time to put some mascara on before going in. Why I didn’t take the time to find a brush or something is beyond me. This may have just been a product of me giving myself a botched up hair cut.
What is that wingy thing coming out of my neck?! Oh…it’s my hair. riiiiiight.
This picture is just hurtful…for so many reasons. First, Clare is obviously mad and no wonder. How many blankets do I have that child wrapped in? I don’t think she could fall asleep if she wanted too. Second, why is Andrew taking a picture of the two of us in such a cheery mood? Third, when did I get that weird neck wrinkle.
But most of all, what the heck is my hair?! Is it up or down? I don’t know. Maybe that is why Clare is crying. My hair scared her. Her mommy’s terrible hair made her cry.
This picture was taken this week. Can we talk about what a flat, greasy mess that is? I think I have a picture of myself in middle school making the same face with the same unfortunate hair cut…only now I’m 26, married and a mother.
Why is this happening to me?! My mother didn’t have this problem after she had children.
So here’s the dilemma: I love having long hair. I love having short hair. But I can’t STAND the in between stage. So help me out.
Should I keep with the horror that is my hair and grow it out? Or should I chop it into a little stylish, wonderful, delicious do?