Before the haircut.....
It's Time for a CHANGE!! I received a little more of a haircut than I expected last week. The now 30 year old Mom is ready for a something a little bolder, more reflective of the way I live. How do I live?? As a Mom to four munchkins and a wife of TEN years to my sweet, hardworking resident husband, my life could in no other way be described except with this word .....CHAOTIC!! I thought I would spend my 30's in quiet reflection of my accomplishments and pursuit of the greater good. Why didn't anyone tell me that my greatest good on an average day would be making it through a meal without someone's food on my shirt or biting my tongue when my 2 year old has colored on the wall with an orange marker-AGAIN!!
"How is this new haircut more reflective of you as a person?", I heard you ask.
- It's shorter, meaning I have less time to deal with bull-crap and fewer explanations for my 4 year-old's incessant "WHY'S".
- I had to thin it out three times in order for it to style with relative ease....MEANING I wish I could thin out my schedule as easily to make my life more manageable! Does anyone make thinning shears for that??
- It's quick to blow-dry. Does anyone else not enjoy spending 45 MINUTES under a sweltering blast of desert air as your make-up runs and your arm falls asleep holding up the 10-pound torch? Less-time blowdrying somehow balances out the fact that I got up 5 times last night checking on the children and somehow managed to get up only 15 minutes late, despite my pitiful 6 hours sleep.
- It shows off my face.......and my new lines around my eyes and mouth, the sun spots from Nevis, AND the lovely purple bags resting below my spectacles.
- Despite my protest at times, my hair decides it wants to FLIP-OUT in certain areas. At one time I believed I was a level-headed person. No more. Enough said.
It's easy. We've got a grilled piece of chicken in the fridge, along with a couple carrots and some pasta. Sounds like soup for supper tonight honey. What should I name it so it sounds good.....Ah, who cares! We're fed and that's what matters, right?
Enough about the hair. It's what's on the inside that counts. Or that's what my Dad always said, regardless of whether I was unmanageable, thinned out, or flipped out. Sometimes my insides don't count up to much. Sure glad I'm clothed in Christ. (Galatians 3:27)
(AFTER)
