I don’t care who you are, sometimes a haircut just feels good. It had been awhile since I had mine done *ahem since august* and it was way, way past due. I think she cut off about twelve feet, I’m not sure though.
We got to chit chatting as she was shaping my a-line cut. For the first time since I had Isabelle, someone asked me what I did for a living. For a second I didn’t really know what to say. What was I now? I told her I stayed home with our four month old baby. I felt like I needed to qualify myself and explain that I went to a university and got a degree and everything…but I really enjoy what I’m now.. and eventually we will have more kids…and its a full time job! and I’m really busy! and I miss getting sleep..blah blah.
But I didn’t explain myself. I don’t really need to. I am perfectly content with being Isabelles mother. Its constant- its exhausting and complicated and overwhelming and I love it.
Even more than I love my new hair.
PS I have decided to embrace my current double chin. C’est la vie.