We have had a particularly stressful week (month?) due to trying to decide if my husband will retire next January or take another military assignment this summer. There is a huge amount more involved in this decision than just that little sentence, so trust me, this is stressful. I was under the impression that the deadline to make a decision was today. Turns out I was wrong. I'm not handling the not knowing very well tonight. I've been ok with it, but I guess just thinking that we would know something tonight gave me some relief. Not knowing tonight is NOT GOOD.
In light of that, I called to make an appointment to get my hair cut. Understand, I get my hair cut 2-3 times a year. I am VERY picky about who cuts my hair (having had a horrific experience once). A couple years ago, I found the perfect hairdresser. Donna, at Miracles. She looked normal, is a mom, just seemed down to earth. Well, you can guess, SHE MOVED. Oh my goodness, I really want to sit here and cry over this! Stressed a bit? Hormonal maybe? This just completely stinks. So I had to make an appointment with a different person. Which causes me huge amounts of stress. What if she completely botches my hair? Seriously, how hard is this - it's long, not much to it. But it has happened before.
All right. Now you know how completely dumb and shallow I can be. It's just a stinkin' hair cut! Who really cares? If they botch it, it will grow out. But did I mention I have to attend my husband's 20th college reunion the end of April? AND I'm PREGNANT and NOT in shape? I NEED to at least have nice hair!?!?!
YES, I'm losing it. Someone please tell me this doesn't matter. No one is even going to notice my hair when I show up obviously pregnant (with our 5th child) to his reunion. THAT will definitely be the focal point. Maybe I'll just dye my hair green, get a tattoo and a few piercings - you think they won't notice I'm pregnant then?
Where's the wine, chocolate and bath?