Hair.
Oh boy.
I don’t think I have time to write all about my hair. In fact, I know I don’t, because I had to get up stupid, crazy early on a friggin Saturday so I can take my talented, amazing children to an important string competition in BFE, which is what I call any place in Indiana where there are more churches than bars, where corners are littered with cows instead of empty liquor bottles, and I’m not sayin that’s a bad thing at all, but it is early and cold and it’s unfair that children expect parental support and involvement in the morning on a weekend because I am already tired from early morning rehearsals on schooldays.
I got an email about a concert this month and praise be to puppies, it’s in the evening. But I bet the rehearsals aren’t.
I remember when they banged on pots and pans, when they had toy instruments. That never started before 9am, plus, I could stay home in my sweats and drink coffee and smile at their racket.
My hair takes hours to dry on its own and I hate blowing out my hair like I hate morning. Rather than wake at 4am, I opted to wash my hair last night and let it dry while I slept. I knew I would look like this when I woke up. I also knew I would wear my trusty white sweater with the big snag. My sweater and my hair represent me — Don’t touch, I am one strand away from unraveling.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday ‘hair’ is brought to you by LindaGHill
It’s the last act of a desperate rebel when she goes to bed with wet hair. Been there. Snagged that.
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Currently debating which line I ❤ more: "my sweater and my hair represent me" OR "it's unfair that children expect parental support." Dunno, I'm sniggering pretty hard at both…
Sniggering — to be clear — from the warmth and comfort of my own bed, where I am currently snuggled under an ample comforter, surrounded by pillows and bathed in the morning light of a sun long since up. And yes, you have permission to now hate me.
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Oh my! Well rub it in, why don’tcha? 😛
Now that I’m home, pasta in my belly, hair in a bun, sweats and a throw — I feel no bitterness! 😀
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That last line is classic.
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Thanks!
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I feel your pain. I know the dilemma you face about letting hair dry naturally, which translates to about half a day, OR trying to blow out your hair early in the morning when you aren’t awake. There is no win here. My sympathies.
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Thank you!
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First of all, I was glad to read that the hair wasn’t in the coffee cup (drained and refilled by now, I’m sure.) You’re a braver woman than I to wash your hair at night and then sleep on it (literally and figuratively)!! If I were a knitter, I’d be standing by, needles at the ready, to ravel you back up when the unraveling process begins. As I’m not, I’ll just hope that the morning has improved immensely!
janet
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Hah! The day definitely got better with more time and more coffee! 😛 I wish you’d knit me up — I love that sweater and it’s dying. I’ve reached the hole-level where people now feel obliged to point out the unraveling. lol
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The way I knit, you’d regret it! Actually, I don’t knit at all, at least physically. I’m a dab hand at knitting people up in others ways, though. 🙂
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OH! I don’t knit, either. But I gotcha!
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Is it just me? I really want to pull on the snag now. 😂 I figured out what BFE meant as soon as you mentioned the cows in Indiana. It could be worse, they could be camels and then you would be really hot and ain’t nobody wants you hot and snaggled in the wee morning, Saturday hours.
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Oh you rebel! 🙂
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Yep, blame it on the mingos!😛
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Some call it peer pressure, but sometimes bad behavior just rubs off 😉
Lie down with flamingos, rise up with rebellion?
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😂
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Praise be to puppies! I love how you keep it real and wear it well.
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Thank you! 😀
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We homeschooled. I remember one horribly cold winter morning when we were all in a group in the car at some ungodly hour before dawn, on our way to a competition in Philadelphia for Future Cities, when our biggest concern was getting that 4′ x 8′ piece of plywood with a city on it into the back of the van without knocking off any tiny trees. (Maybe it was two 4′ x 4′ pieces? that sounds better.)
Those days are over now, the competitions over, the money for college earned, spent, the babies all over 25 and out on their own (with us still in the background, but as little as possible).
Enjoy. Take the camcorder with you and be that mom. Remember to update your home movies as each new digital medium supersedes the previous version. They will love it when you show them themselves as little ones, and it will pay you back for being ‘that mom.’
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It is so important to support their endeavors and passions. But woe is me in the early hours.
I laughed about you putting a city in your van! Dioramas can be messy 😛 But they’re also FUN!
I never record their performances, but I do record their practices — as do they. I think it’s amazing how many more pictures and videos these kids have compared to my older two. Kids born now will have a hard time NOT having enormous digital files! So nice, digital, so nice! 🙂
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I couldn’t do the migration to digital – but I took the footage. A nice man transferred them last year, and we gave a copy of all the family movies to each kid for Christmas.
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I was gonna say, I love how they can condense it now. I have four containers to go…
Gotta keep some analogs, though, just gotta.
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I hope to put the photos into albums, as well as scan them. I have so VERY many, because I always said, “You can’t go back in time to take them.”
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Yes ma’am! They’ll only be ___ once!
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Your hair sounds as complex as mine and sends just about the same message.
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Ha, ha, very good, one strand away from unraveling. I always hated the early morning soccer games. What we do for our kids. 🙂
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Oh, early soccer is THE WORST! Fall soccer is blazing hot and spring soccer is freezing cold (and so often wet!) 😛
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Out here it’s just the early. 😉
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Oh! Haha, yeah, I spose so!
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Praise be to puppies – I don’t like blow drying my hair either.
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Wait, you would look like WHAT? I looked all over for the photo! Hah, I knew you had to get up early sometimes!
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I thought about posting a photo, but if I do the bed-head too often, people will think I always look like that! LOL
I do, Luanne, I have to get up early sometimes. And it’s always awful! 😛 I look forward to spring break sleep-ins! And oh, summer vacation!
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Poor you. You certainly deserve at least one Saturday morning lie-in
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Oh but Peter, I want them all!
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Just do like Arlo Guthrie: stay up good and late the night before so you look and feel your best in the morning.
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Never mind the hair…how did it go at the string competition?
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They earned gold medals 🙂
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Awesome! Congrats to your offspring!
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I ALWAYS wash my hair at night. I simply don’t have the damn patience to stand there and blow desiccating hot air at my head.
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I don’t always, but I often do. Bathing/showering after dinner seems to help me relax as well, sooo…
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I loved the last line on your post! The white sweater and unruly hair are “One hair away from unraveling.”
This line reminds me of Jean Kerr’s saying she told her kids not to hang out of the second or third floor’s windows but forgot to say, Please don’t eat the daisies.
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LOL! I’d never heard that one!
Fortunately, there was coffee, and the afternoon came, and good things happened.
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My Mom is more of an afternoon and evening person. She would drink coffee six times a day, in her younger years. (While her bladder was holding up better. 🙂 )
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Congratulations on your daughters both deserving gold medals, Joey and the Mister. 🙂 🙂
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🙂 They were so proud!
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Deservedly so. 🙂
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This is why my hair is always in a topknot. It takes forever to dry. I am way to impatient for that. And mornings…ummm…no thank you.
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Those topknots leave you with some pretty waves later, too 😉
I got an unmoderated comment from a woman who told me I was selfish and self-centered for complaining about kid activities in the morning and it was all I could do to ignore it instead of all-capping her “YOU THINK THE TEENAGERS LIKED GETTING UP AT 6 ON SATURDAY?!?” Psh.
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I guess there’ll always be some haters, but someone feeling it’s necessary to say mean things just baffles my mind! And teens up before noon on the weekend is a miracle!
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Isn’t it?
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I have a couple of sweatshirts I wear every year and carefully fold them away until the next one. I wore one down to coffee last weekend (very casual), and this lady kept staring at it. Finally, she asked if it was a Northern Reflections shirt, and I said yes. She looked at me and said ‘that must be older than dirt’ because I haven’t worn one of them in years. I did crack a smile but didn’t appreciate her sarcasm about my favorite winter attire. 🙂
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Hah! I agree! I still have sweatshirts from college and my favorite one is circa 1993 🙂 AND I WEAR THEM!
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