Mom hair

I have a pretty horrible case of mom hair.  Straggly, dry, broken, limp and up in a messy twist 90% of the time.  In all fairness, it's not really my hair's fault.  I leave the house without giving it a second thought.

Just yesterday, I was running out the door to a co-working/child care place.  A what?!  Never mind.  It was a public place.  A place where I would see other people.  Women people.  Professional, women people.  I was on my way our the door with baby in arms, when I looked down at what I was wearing and thought, "Well, at least I brushed my teeth."   Not only were my clothes barely acceptable, I had no make up on and hadn't brushed my hair.  It was in the same messy ponytail I whipped up to go from my bed to Calvin's.  Seriously, this is how bad it has gotten.

I now have an understanding of all those woman I see at the grocery store in clothes I deemed inappropriate to clean the house in.  I understand and am sorry I judged you.  I am inappropriate to be in my own presence most of the time.

I fantasize about a fabulous hair-do that requires no effort.  The kind of hair that makes up for the fact that I don't have make-up on and there is squash on my shirt.  That magical hair is out there somewhere.

maybe something like this...

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