Two weeks ago I took this photo at a ballgame. It’s SO MUCH FUN for me to have two girlies back to back (for the first time ever!) who aren’t old enough to hate that mom dresses them the same. “We’re Twinsies!”
Note the pigtails on the little one. Take a good, long look.
This is the next picture on my phone of my girl, exactly one week later. (Ok, fine. Probably not the “next picture” but the rest of the week was a BLUR, alright?!)
And my status to go with it.
Friends, there were not enough oils in the world for my initial emotions.
“WHERE is your hair?!” I screamed. Yep, I did. I was FURIOUS. And horrified. And sad. And completely and totally dumbfounded. She waved me happily to her room, skipping ahead of me, just a little nervous glimmer wondering why mommy was coming apart. “In here! Come see!” and dug it OUT FROM UNDER THE BED.
Are you even kidding me?! That is a LOT of hair!
The 4yo Beautician was, by this time, hiding in her bed with the covers protecting her eyes and ears from the Mom of Wrath. She knew.
It took some sobbing, hysterical laughter (because I didn’t know WHAT TO FEEL, okay?!), and a call to my hairdresser (who herself has three little girls and totally FEELS MY PAIN, many times over), to chill the heck out. But eventually (and before 1pm, even!) I remembered:
There was no blood.
All limbs are intact.
Hair was not lost to chemotherapy.
My girl is still wearing a smile. (And she’s super duper cute!)
There are bows for that! And oils. All the oils.
By ballgame time, I was grinning right along with my little local celebrity, and assured Instagram that all was well the next morning.
The funniest comment I got all day long (and there were MANY people, ranging with stupid advice to trying to be sympathetic to actually being sympathetic to stinkin’ hilarious “4yo missed a spot. She should demand a refund,” back to you have no idea) was from a distant cousin who said, “Just you wait. This may not be the last time.”
Ummmmmm, does he even know me?! I have half a dozen children! FOUR girls! He thinks this is my first rodeo?! Nope. But…
WHY DO WE STILL OWN SCISSORS?!
You know what? I don’t miss the work of blogging. But GOOD GOLLY GOSH, I miss telling stories! I have another one for you tomorrow. 😉