Day 68: Choose one single hair to grow out one yard long.
“I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy, snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty, oily, greasy, fleecy, shining…” you know the drill. HAIR!!
I do not. Want Hair! My mother would beg to differ. She subscribes to the secret rule that after a “certain age” your hair shouldn’t be “but so long.” I am not sure what this age is, exactly. Or how long even “too long” really is… but I do know that my hair is too long and I am past that age. For a short time after Em was born I felt like I was masquerading as a grown up. Like in spite of the fact that I had a kid hanging on my boob twenty-one hours a day I was not really a mom, not really a card carrying Grown Up. So, I cut my hair. As you can see, my shorter hair did nothing to grow me up, or to discourage me from wearing a pirate eye patch while out to dinner.
And then my short hair made me feel like I was pretending to be a Grown Up. Not only was I carting around this kid, and trying to get my act together but I was starting to actually behave like a grown up. So I put a stop to that promptly.
There’s nothing like Manic Panic to make a girl feel like she is in touch with her juvenile roots. All of this to say that the subject of hair and whether or not one lets it grow is a subject I spend a fair amount of time thinking about. And while I am currently in a stage of defiantly having “too long hair” I can say with absolute certainty the hair on my legs is not party to this plan.
I shave every day. I can’t stand it when I don’t. It’s not for anyone but me. I think if I didn’t shave my legs a shower complete with face wash, shampoo, conditioner and moisturizing soap rub down would max out at about four minutes. MQD stays in the shower for twenty minutes on a day he is in a hurry. I have never understood what exactly long showerers do in there. Perhaps my need to shave my legs every day is just a way to necessitate being in the shower a full seven minutes. I don’t think I am less clean than the long showerer. I’d guess I am lazier, maybe. I do love an extra snooze. Or two. But even when I am not under the gun of getting out the door at a certain time I don’t dick around in the shower. So today? Today’s shower took six minutes. But Em was in there with me. Saving water and all.
And I didn’t shave. I’m nuts. I’m wild and free. And I am shaving tomorrow morning. I feel weird. And as for growing out one single hair, I’m gonna go with the one that means I am Grown Up when I cut it. Because that’s just not happening anytime soon. So lemme know if you know which one that is. Because I should probably cut the rest of them. What Not To Wear and my mother say so.
It’s the one on your chin. You don’t have one? Then you are definitely not yet a grown up and may feel free to cut the other ones…
Phew. No chin hairs. And my arm aren’t bald just yet. xo