It still looks like Strawberry Shortcake threw up on my head.
Sorry about the silence. I haven't locked myself away - yet. Husband threw out his back which is awful and miserable for both of us. Taking care of two helpless men is exhausting. How do single parents (and you wranglers of twins) do it?
Of course I had a print audition yesterday, which means that this hair is actually documented somewhere and will undoubtedly end up on some casting director's blooper reel (along with the time my boob fell out of my tank top during an audition for a television pilot. Oh no. Oh yes). I'm doing my best to "own" the color (all the kids have vine-ripened hair these days!) but it's kind of hard to ignore the looks. The pathetic part of me keeps hoping that they're staring because I look so good, which is also what I told myself when I wore leather pants and we all know how that turned out. (I've seen the pics. I looked like a La-Z-Boy with feet.) Speaking of photographic evidence - I'm not posting pictures. I'm the queen of self-dep but even I refuse to document this debacle. I know what you're thinking - JUST WASH THE STUFF OUT ALREADY. But see here's the thing: I can't. I paid for it. And washing it out would be like throwing the money away, and have you seen the economic forecast?
Insane. I've got to wash it.
In other news, the kid came through the 9 month regression with flying colors, sleeping for upwards of 13 hours a night - for 2 days. Last night the teething kicked in again, and with it the crying, the waking, the gritting of teeth (his and mine). Long story short, ended up pulling the boy into bed so we could all get a decent amount of rest. Unfortunately we're getting his room painted today (let's hear it for maintenance men!) which means naps in the lap instead of the crib. I'm hoping someone doesn't start getting any ideas about this being the way things are going to go from now on... (Crib, kid. CRIB.)