Yet another weekend has passed without me really getting much done. Not that it is a bad thing. It was rainy instead of snowy here but just as nasty so the four of us hunkered down and ate lots of good food and played and watched lots of Olympics and HGTV. But I let another weekend go by without getting the one thing done I really need done: a hair cut.
Since I stopped dying my hair wild colors and wearing glitter in it (yes, seriously) I have varied between two hairstyles: a bob, and wait for it, a bob with bangs. Boring but when you have baby fine hair that tangles at the slightest touch much like doll hair, well bobs work. Plus they are cheap to get and hard to mess up.
Perfect hairstyle right? So what's the problem?
Well I noticed a disturbing trend when I moved here: in CoMo the bob is the mom cut. And I don't want a mom cut. Yes I dress exclusively in the mom uniform of jeans and tee. Yes I drive a mom mobile. Yes, I can no longer stay up past eleven. But dammit, I want to cling to my last bit of my former cool identity.
Since giving birth to the terror twins I have had to go longer and longer between haircuts and, out of necessity, have perfected the ponytail bun hybrid that looks somewhat decent. But it has been way too long and the bun has gotten a little frightening. The tangles have started to take over and I may have to forgo the mom cut and have my head shaved. And while that would be edgy and definitely not scream mom, I have a really bumpy head and I don't think I would be able to rock a buzz cut.
So fine, this weekend I will get the bob. For real. And maybe some blue streaks just so I can cling to a shred of cool. Or glitter. Glitter would totally match my mom mobile car's paint.