Sunny 9 for 2008 September 24

One girl in particular this week. My own daughter. I can not believe she gossiped behind my back the other day. I went in to grab her dance clothes while she, her friend, and Gunnar waited in the car. When I came back Eva told on Lily. "Lily said your hair was ugly." Gasp! My own flesh and blood said what? I mean, geez, she's not even 15 yet. I thought I had a few years before the humiliation and shame for her mother set in. Isn't she supposed to be still clinging to my leg, crying for me not to leave?

And to rub salt on the wound, she was right. I hadn't done my hair that day. Why should I waste precious minutes when I have a quiet house and no kids awake or home on doing my hair? For what? For the teachers at her school to think "my, I wonder what products she uses?" Expensive ones, thankyouverymuch. No, I would rather spend my time alone doing something besides looking in the mirror just to not go out at night or see anyone that I would die to look upon me in my undone hair state, just to go to sleep and mess it up and have to do it all over again. I am tired of having to fix things just to have them messed up and have to do it all over again. That is my life as a mother. As I look upon my cluttered family room and see nothing that is mine that I have to clean up, I will say no, I don't feel like doing my hair FOR NO REASON AT ALL. So on the days I am weeding out the 'one more thing to do', yes I will have ugly hair according to the hair police. The police that won't let me pull a comb threw her hair every odd day. The police that wants "three ponytails in my hair with this clip (that doesn't match) and I want to wear a headband". Maybe one day I can have hair as cool as Lily.