In fact, I am crazy

My sister-in-law cuts my hair. I have to say that when she was a little girl, I looked at her and I totally envisioned the day she would be all grown up and graduating from hair school. I just always knew she would be a hairdresser. I think it was the way she acted and paid attention to personal details, that and the way she said I WANT TO BE A HAIRDRESSER WHEN I GROW UP. Anyway, I’m glad she went through with it because she cuts a mean head of hair.

A few days ago I went to her for my routine touch up and she confirmed for me a harsh reality that I have been in deep denial about: my hair is thinning. Its been happening gradually over the last year or so and I had totally convinced myself that it was just simply a phase, a bad horrible hair phase, from dying it too much. Because, lets face it, I’ve dyed, bleached, and re-dyed my hair so many times that there is no record of how many times. Maybe I just did it ONE TOO MANY TIMES. Maybe the thinning is related to one of the medications I take. Maybe its my now advanced age of 32. Maybe, just maybe, its stress. And in a few years when I’m looking in the mirror at Kojack, I can yell to my children that they did this to me and took away the one and only thing that I hadn’t already sacrificed for them. THANKS FOR NOTHING!

And tonight as I was physically lifting Sunny into the bathtub as she screamed and kicked and called me names, I could hear Badger in the other room screaming and kicking and calling names as well. Sunny then screamed through her entire bath. She screamed as I took her out. She screamed while I put on her pajamas and tucked her into bed. In her defense, she is a child of course, but also today was her first day back at school after winter break, and I believe she was exhausted. She didn’t scream for long after I tucked her in, so I’m positive she was asleep well before her head touched her Hello Kitty pillowcase. But this is why I’m going bald people.

Badger finally screamed himself to sleep on the couch. And as I laid him down in his bed, he mumbled in his sleep: “mmmmm, you’re crazy.”

Yes, I am.