Cute Hair

Guess what.  My hair is actually cute. It looks really good today. And it can be that way every day.  Except that it is only 8:30 am and I’m still in my air conditioning.  In twenty minutes I’m taking Jacob to the neighbor’s house to play so I can take Maddie on the bus to the eye doctor for a checkup.  I have some pretty exceptional hair when it comes to the humidity frizz look framing my face. It just won’t lay down.  I hate it.

Every day I have to make a choice.  Either I can look good with my hair down and styled or stay cool in two ponytails so I don’t pass out (it’s too short to work in just one pony tail right now).  And I’ve been light headed a lot lately so I’m drinking lots of water all day and keeping cool .  My poor husband may never again see me looking good.  He leaves too early for me to be showered and cleaned up in the morning and gets home about 8 hours after I’ve first ventured outside to ruin any work I may have vainly attempted. I have thought several times that it was probably a total waste to buy a hair dryer and straightener.  What’s the point?

I am wishing for some nice cool Virginia snow weather right now.  You know, so I can look good for just one short day.  I’m trying so hard to remember how I managed in Houston, but my recollection is that I didn’t really ever look outstanding and defaulted to ponytails daily, especially when I worked in the refinery and wore steel toed boots and fire proof jumpsuits with a hard hat.  I was really stylin’ then.  Sigh.