I was beginning to wonder how long someone can go about accomplishing everything for everyone else, but getting nothing done on one's personal "to do" list. I vowed I'd not become one of those women who devoted 100% of herself to everyone else and spent nothing of value (time, money or reflection) on herself.
Somewhere about the 3rd month of pregnancy with Pebbles, that happened. Which is how I found myself in my stylist's chair on Saturday for the first time in exactly 10 months. For perspective, the last time I had my hair cut was 3 days before I found out I was pregnant, and I now have a 2-month-old baby.
It is amazing what transformation a hair cut and some highlights can do to a person. I felt a little more like myself and less like the haggard lady in the frumpy mommy costume. Although, if you look too close and the rest of the lumps and bumps on me ... well, there is a ways to go.
It almost seems like the haircut translated into energy. (That and the time change - about which, no one told the kiddos, but it means I got to put both of them to bed early, so I gained an hour last night instead of Saturday night). I washed, dried, folded and PUT AWAY (key phrase here) NINE batches of laundry this weekend. I brought in the winter clothes, put away the summer clothes and my maternity clothes. This morning I deboned chicken for tonight's meal, put the bones/skin/other bits to boil with seasonings, carrots and onions for chicken soup base, which will be a meal later in the week, made scrambled eggs and veggies for Woodstock (she'll eat anything you put in eggs!), dressed and fed myself and both kids, prepped the zucchini for roasted zucchini tonight and got us all out of the house only 5 minutes late.
Maybe I need to get my hair cut every few days ...?
1 comment:
Oh, haircuts can work wonders mentally! I definitely need one.
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