Motherhood Isn't Always Pretty

So, when I first saw the "Motherhood" ads by Suave I thought it was funny and partially true. I mean, being a mother definitely makes it more difficult for me to have the TIME to do fabulous works with my hair. This week there was a new development.

This:




The pictures don't really do justice. It's as if every strand got it's own bad crimp job. Every single hair was this wirey crazy thing going all over the place. Even putting it in a ponytail didn't sufficiently correct things. I just stared in the mirror horrified at the mess that resulted from my same every day routine.

Same amount of time as always, same products as always. Yet, somehow it looks like I just chemically fried my hair on the same day as sticking my finger in an electrical outlet. I have nothing to blame but random changes in my hormones for this lovely occurrence. I am now the proud owner of nasty doll hair I guess. I promptly called the hairdresser my friend Tiffany referred me to 6 WEEKS ago and set up an appointment that I will hopefully be able to keep in 2 weeks. If Anthony ends up working, I'll have to go even longer in my hideously offensive hair state and maybe Serena can help me with my kiddos while I get some hairapy. Stay tuned...if things don't improve I may be sporting the Katie Holmes bob.

P.S. Please don't judge my vanity...my hair is all I've got. People don't exactly stop me on the street to compliment my long legs, gorgeous eyes, or fabulous teeth. :)