I told my friend this morning that my hair is acting like a rebellious child.  It will not lay down, or sit down.  It will not straighten out.  It will not grow in the way that it should.  It will not submit to my wishes and needs. 

There are numerous and telling parallels between my children and the way my hair-line is right now.

For instance, should I be dark, or light?  Since birthing Will, my hair has been asking me this.  Apparently, it has decided that dark is the new light, because it is coming in like mid-night.  Or darker. 

Unfortunate hair

Should I be straight or wavy?  That is another profound question it is asking.  I would prefer straight, but these things are beyond my control.

Should I have bangs or not?  Gross.  My bangs are coming in, but not only in front. They are wrapped entirely around my head!

I used to have an ego that was so sensitive to style and appearance.  But, I have hit new lows lately.

More unfortunate hair

Last night was when the bottom fell out.  I stood in front of the mirror in disgust and said to Pat:

“That’s it.  I am tired of looking like a Mennonite”.  All straight part and hair pulled back.   He actually agreed that my hair-line could use some professional help.  And this was proven by his insistence that I “Go!”.  Course, being Pat he reminded me: “Use the Amex so we can get 2% back on your highlights”.

I am hoping that my ego will be getting more than a 2% raise back.