Weekend before last, I got off work a little early and my hairdresser had an opening. I took it as a sign. I was ready for something springy and fresh and quite frankly I am sick of always seeing my hair in a pony tail. So I cut my hair off!! I left the salon feeling pretty good about myself, imaging how I would wash it AND style it everyday (I knew deep down it was just a dream but I was rolling with it) and pony tail holders be gone!!
When I got home Mark asked me when I cut my hair. Then he told me I had "mom hair" and maybe he should get me a mini van to go with it! Self esteem? What self esteem? My hair high came to a quick end as my visions of showers were replaced with visions of the van with all those stickers across the back window. Thanks honey!! (And no offense to any mini van drivers out there)