Monday, November 22, 2004

You know you're a mom when...

you get "The Mom" haircut:


The stylist took at least 5 inches off my hair. I told her to. Know why? It's so my darling son would quit ripping out fistfulls of my long Rapunzel hair. At first I was a little hesitant about it, but now I love it, for two reasons. Dad told me I look hot, which usually means it was a good choice. But perhaps equally important is that Isaac tried to grab my hair immediately upon our reunion and his pudgy little hands couldn't find enough to get a grip on. Bliss, it was.

I actually had an appointment to get this done on Friday, but, mommy-brain in full-gear, I wrote down that my appointment was at 12:30 when it was actually at 12. Someone else had recently lamented the difficulties of being a mom and getting a haircut. This is another of those things that nobody tells you about before you give birth -- that getting a haircut is next to impossible. I had to sneak mine in when I was supposed to be at work (SSSSSSHHHHHHH!!!!).

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Note: I will not be commenting on your boobs! I suppose I just did by saying I wouldn't. Oh well. Anyhoo, yes, getting a haircut is next to impossible. Evidently you read my little adventure with Mo!! Twas not fun! I will have to remember next time to go over a lunch break from work or something. Nice haircut by the way!!

8:19 PM  
Blogger Claire said...

Thank you all. For the comments about my "large" rack. If this Ph.D. thing doesn't work out, there's always Hooters for me, I suppose...if the girls don't deflate when Isaac quits nursing, anyway.

9:10 PM  

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