I don't know if it is my hormones or what but I put the hack on my hair this morning. And it felt SO GOOD. Until I took a looksee in the mirror and blowed it out and saw my hack job. That Twilight Zone music started playing and all I could do was stare with wide eyed horror at the work of my hands. I'm sorry, but who just up and cuts their hair?
Living with all boys and a baby whose main word is blah blah blah didn't help either.
Naturally I called up my mom and sister.
By the afternoon I was sitting in a beauty shop watching an uncomfortable amount of my already short hair do fall to the ground.
The good news is I got like three compliments on my flannel shirt.
"Where'd you get that?!"
"My husbands side of the closet." Actually that is not true. This summer we were having a yard sale and I kept shopping from our own stuff. It's like something comes over me when I see how good our stuff looks with a neon dot on it and I have to bring it back home.
So yeah, I'm wearing his shirt and apparently the ladies at the beauty shop liked it.
To top it all off, I am trying to not eat carbs and sugar and all I want in this whole wide world is some nachos from a taco joint our friends from church opened up this year.
So now, not only am I having hormonal issues, but I'm realizing I am an emotional eater because I'm stressed over my hair and think I look weird and only a plate of nachos will make it all better.
Is that rational?
And in all reality, I've been in a poopy mood all week.
I really do think nachos might make it all better.
And maybe an estrogen patch.