I gave into temptation and colored my hair right before bed.
And then at 11 o’clock P.M. I washed my hair 37 times because hair color called Espresso is named that for a reason.
Why are people like me allowed to use chemicals? I mean, removing a mattress tag is punishable by law, but applying toxic dye to our head at our bathroom sink is A-okay?
I fell into bed with my damaged prideand slept fitfully. When the alarm sounded the next morning for church, I was still in a bad hair mood with a tingly scalp, a stiff neck and a-gone-to-bed-too-late hangover. I went back to sleep. Yes, I skipped church because of hair. Please, don’t judge.
The house was sluggish until after noon, our regular routine turned on its side.
What started out as a simple “don’t do that” to one of my kids ended up in a full blown tantrum. We generally handle these in stride. But I was cranky and we let our child’s behavior turn a rocky parenting moment into marital strife because we disagreed on how to handle the blowout. Please tell me you’ve been there.