As I had predicted, things got much better the next morning. Except for the fact that I hadn’t gotten much sleep. Alas. Anyway, Spousal Unit voluntarily took care of the Gadlet all the next night and I took over the tasks he usually does — like the dishes and cleaning up. It was a nice break. I think we might alternate evening jobs from here on out. Then, yesterday he stayed home all morning so that I could do work. It was glorious. And, he has promised to stay home all day every Thursday until I go back to work so that I can get stuff done on the Dreaded D. So, all in all, a good fight that cleared the air. He thinks maybe every now and then we need that kind of catharsis. I think that the next time he wants a catharsis I won’t let him anywhere near the Nyquil.
Now on to funner more trivial things. Ever since I got pregnant, I have been growing my hair. I did it because I figured 1) I should take advantage of the fabulous super-model pregnant hair while I could and 2) it would be easier with a tiny baby to not have to dry and style my hair every day but to just pull it back into some kind of restraining device. So for the first time in my adult life I let my hair grow past my collar. It hit about shoulder length, with some layers. And while I was pregnant, it was great. All that extra hair (you don’t shed while pregnant) was fantastic and it always looked good no matter what I did. And I was right that while having a tiny baby the last thing I wanted to do was to fuss with my hair. But I have to confess that ever since the Gadlet was born, it has pretty much looked terrible no matter what I did. Add to this the fact that about a couple of weeks ago I started shedding. Well, shedding implies a slow, gradual process. This has been more like I was a collie dog blowing my coat at the end of the winter season. It was like, WHUMP — there goes all of my hair. Seriously — it has been coming out by the fistful. And like when your dog blows its coat – the hair is everywhere — on all of the furniture, in my bed, covering all of my clothees, and worse, stuck to my kid. Every time I look at the Gadlet, she’s been covered in my hair. Once one strand got so tangled up in her fingers I thought it was going to cut off the circulation It was getting really gross. Plus she’s started deliberate grabbing — so my hair, right at her grabbing reach was perfect for her to pull. Not fun.
So yesterday I had it whacked. My hairdresser, Fair, is so great — she’s been cutting my hair for about 13 years. She did my hair the day I got married. When the Gadlet was born, I made a special trip into the shop to show off to Fair. So, this hairdresser has seen it all. I went in yesterday and said – get me back to my normal hair! My chin-length, short do that tucks behind the ears.
Here’s a photo:
(Looking good, huh? — well, if you ignore the double chin, anyway…)
The Gadlet has also been considering making some hair changes. She was thinking about going Goth:
But, it looked way too Diana Ross for her taste.
Then she thought perhaps Red was the new Black …
But while she felt very contemplative and poetical, it wasn’t quite right.
Then, she found it. The perfect Gadlet Hair: