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.