There comes a time in every mother’s life where the status quo is just not good enough. The day in, day out routines become overwhelming and demanding, and mothers are encouraged to get out and do something for themselves.
For the past several months, I have told my husband I needed a haircut – my hair was frizzy and out of control when down, so became a tight bun more often than not. I was thoroughly dissatisfied with my hair, but wasn’t sure of how I wanted it to change. Add to that a very negative experience the last time I got my hair cut (two years ago?), and not knowing how I wanted my hair to look, meant sitting tight just waiting for inspiration and finding a reputable hair dresser.
Yesterday, I finally bit the bullet and got my hair cut!
And, let me tell you – the weight I have experienced the past few months, both literally and figuratively, seemed to melt away.
The picture on the far left was from the hair dresser. She attempted to style it, but didn’t realize that my hair is too heavy to retain any curl from a curler. By the time I got home (forty minutes later), the curl had left the hair. Still looked modern, but didn’t quite cut the “length of time test.”
The next three pictures are part of “My Sunday Best” series, hosted by A Blog for My Mom. They are pictures of what I wore for Mass today. I was LuLa Roe’d out – charcoal grey Carly Dress, hot pink leggings. I paired it all with a fabulous knitted shawl/neck cowl, given to me by my older sister. I’ve been trying to find the right thing to pair with the shawl for years, and finally found something to truly make it work! I think this may be my Valentine’s outfit this year! My son took the picture with Little Miss, and I noticed he was giggling as he took picture, after picture, after picture. He continued giggling as I approached him to take the phone – I got the biggest chuckle out of the last picture he captured – I am blurry, his sister is blurry, and the dog is in the background wondering what’s going on!
Today’s Mass shenanigans included a little boy who insisted he had to go potty right before church started. He was gone for the first ten minutes of Mass. Then, all reverence went out the window when my daughter pulled a “protestor threw a shoe at President Bush” moment, by removing her shoe while we were kneeling, playing keep-away from Mom while we were standing, and in a last ditch effort to keep me from getting it, tossing it half-way up to the altar. The comedy was not lost on me, and I was grateful for the woman who saved the shoe. Apparently, that’s what we get for sitting in the first pew today!
So, never a dull moment!
And, remember, mamas, it’s okay to treat yourselves every now and then!