I'm not quite sure what i've told you + what I haven't.... There are so many paths I travel in one day that sometimes you get the whoa-is-me post but 10 minutes later all is back to 'normal'.
It's Sunday night... we've had a mellow weekend. But Friday- Friday was a doozy of emotions. My last post told you how my day started off. Here's what followed.
In fact I'll just skip to the end because I'm tired + I'll fill in the blanks later.
[blanks include chatting with an ol' friend, meal making with my girlfriends, coffee + wig planning, panic, girlfriends handling kidlet details, quick stop at the school. and speeding into portland.]
Meet Betty. Fake Betty.
Why hello fake betty...
I hadn't planned on meeting betty today. But the hair shedding through me into a tizzy that I hadn't expected. WAAAAAAAY more emotional about the 'it's just hair' thing than I imagined. I now wanted to scream to all the well meaning "it's only hair comments' [which includes me by the way]... "But it's my fucking hair" and the Brazilian comments... "ummm yeah, do I LOOK like I give a shit about having my hoochie stripped naked like a barbie doll or a child" along with "I wear a swim skirt for crying aloud- no need to wax the hell out of my private area". #excusemylanguage #whyholdback
Fake Betty is synthetic. Real Betty is on order. Yes I splurged... it's my f*cking hair remember ;) When I sat in the hairdresser chair Brenda took one look at me + said I've got the perfect thing... and out came Fake Betty. Bobbed + ready to rock it. My daughter was with me[after pulling her out of school 15 minutes early as a surprise- to actually both of us because Brenda got me in last appt of the day before heading out of town for a week]
I sighed and made the remark to Brenda that there must of been so many women in this chair that have breathed a a sigh of relief.
I was no longer completely freaked out about losing my hair. I now had the Betties.
*more betty pictures later...
*more on my girlfriends cookin' up meals for me
*more on crazy mom tears into school office in a panic
