Last week my friend York asked, “what’s wrong with your hair?”  This came only two days after my friend Jean asked, “so little buddy, what’s up with your hair nowadays?”  I get the point.  If youv’e seen me lately, you know it’s been a hot mess.  Nappy, too big, a bad haircut (by me), roots are natural while the ends are permed.

Seriously, it’s been downright awful.  And the only reason I haven’t done anything about it is time.  How do I give focus to my hair in the midst of the holidays and my husband being gone for 10 days?

The other night I was so miserable about it, I even fell asleep in my bed writing this little ditty…

*(Sung to the tune of the Veggie Tales song, The Chocolate Factory)*

It’s big, it’s nappy, it’s bushy

It just gets in the way

and everytime I take a look in the mirror with disappointment

it just seems to say:

“I’m big

I’m nappy

I’m bushy

High maintenance I will be

I won’t be cute and will not work for you

unless you spend some money on ME!”

Finally, yesterday I decided to do something, anything really, about this mop top.  The day started with something I haven’t done in way too long…

a hair day!  Or, well, something like that.  Considering it took from 11am until midnight made it truly worthy of this response when Dave asked if we could go watch a movie, “sorry, I’m washing my hair.”

It was sort of fun to wash my hair, feed Rhys, burp Rhys, then condition, feed Ransom, then put color on (just a dark brown ~ no big change), then sit under a heating cap while the boys napped, then rinse it out, feed Rhys, then re-condition, then play with Ransom, then rinse that out, then blow dry to look like a 1970’s fro reject…

And then entertain not two, but four kiddo’s ranging from Rhys (two months), Shila (3 years), Ransom (4 years) & Kobe (5 years) while my friend Verma braided my hair (from 7pm on) in between feedings and snacks and night time routines.  Until finally at midnight, I got my happy ending…

And what a glorious of 4 weeks we will have together.