Haircuts and Hand Grenades

 I did get my hair cut yesterday, and I'm enjoying it today. It feels very fluffy. The problems are going to be a) no ponytail possible, b) side swoop bangs that swoop directly over an eye which will eventually get on my nerves, and c) my mother will whine about it. Mom hasn't seen my hair yet, and I told her I was getting a trim and some layers put in. Technically, I only had a little bit taken off plus the layers and a little bit of swoop bangs, but it looks a lot shorter because with curls there is always shrinkage. The shorter your hair, the more the shrinkage, typically speaking. Which means right now my hair is above my shoulders. 

My mom prefers, loudly and incessantly, my hair long. I get it. I really do. I love my hair. I have nice, for the most part, hair. I can straighten it if I wish and it'll stay that way for a while. It mostly curls nicely on its own. It doesn't require much work, just consistent, quality conditioning. And it is lovely long, I think anyway. But I get BORED. I can't help it. I have to change it up sometimes. I had it bobbed at an angle, and I enjoyed that, but I can't grow my hair out in that style. I just don't think it looks right to have the angled bob grown out much past your collarbone, at least not on me. So I had to have it evened out. The style and shape of my hair were also starting to look like that of an Egyptian sphinx which is none too flattering, honestly. That's why I needed the layers. 

She'll see my hair tonight, and I'm honestly not looking forward to the whining and the ", but your hair is so pretty" and blah blah blah that I know I'm going to hear. I don't want it to look exactly the same all the time. And because of the nature of my laziness and the difficulty of any particular style or the time-consuming nature of straightening of my hair, the best way to switch things up is to let the shape and length of my hair change on occasion. I used to dye it, but she's really not any happier with that because "your hair is already so pretty why would you die it??" BECAUSE I GET BORED. BORED BORED BORED BORED BORED. Dear God just because she can get the same cut, style, and color over an over again for decades, doesn't mean the rest of us can. 

I am actually really aggravated by this thing she has with my hair. I don't know why I think it's such a big deal. I guess I just get tired of hearing stuff like that all the time and at some point, I just can't take any more. She does this with a lot of stuff--lipstick, what time I leave for work, what I wear, just... lots of little annoying things. She means well. Her heart is in a good place. I tell myself over and over. So I can deal with a lot of it when it comes to her making sure that I use my windshield wipers when it's raining (yes, that's a real conversation we've had) or when I'm cutting things too close to an appointment or work on time. But her hate on my red lipsticks and my haircuts? I can't handle. I just can't. I'll scream. I swear, I'm going to scream when she starts in on my hair. 

It's not like she's mean about it. She's not, she's just "mom guilt-y" about it, and it's infuriating. And I'm just so over all the little things. Don't watch Lucifer, gay people are from the devil, there is only so much I can take. And I don't know how much more that's going to be.

Maybe I'll get really lucky, and we'll have a snow day tomorrow. The schools have already decided they'll be  closed, but the weather is calling for freezing rain and black ice and the buses are out there so early they really can't risk it. 

Update on last post

 She didn't whine about my hair. I'm so relieved. 

Writing Challenge Day 16

 

Bullet Your Day (I couldn’t decide if they meant a typical day or today so I went with today):

• Dragged myself out of bed confused about why I had to get up because for some reason I thought I didn’t need to get up yet. I did.

• Put the dog out with food and water.

• Grabbed food for the day and made a water bottle with Mio Energy (my fave flavor too--strawberry pineapple smash).

• Took a shower, brushed my teeth, put gel in my hair.

• Got dressed.

• Drove to work in a hurry.

• Put my stuff away once I got there.

• Worked? I mean I spent an hour going through my email, a couple of hours on the desk, an hour in the meeting, another hour attempting to focus before going to lunch and then spend another hour working at the desk helping customers.

• Drove home.

• Watched some TV with mom while chatting with some friends.

• Brushed teeth, got in bed.

• Listened to my book (The Undoing Shelly Laurenston) until I decided to go to sleep.