Mama's Got a Brand New Do

For a huge part of my life, I've had really long hair.

Then, several months ago . . . I chopped it all off.  Honestly, I didn't really regret it . . . until recently, that is.  You see, my hair got to that "really awkward" stage--the not long and simple--but not short and styled either stage.  For weeks I've been looking in the mirror and chanting "I hate my hair!  I just despise it!"  And admittedly, I have been just scrunching it with mousse for weeks.  Every.  Single.  Day.  As a busy mommy, it has been so much easier and faster to not fuss with my hair in the mornings.  

But, as I told my hair stylist today:

"I've been telling myself 'why bother even doing my hair'--then, the worse my hair looked, I started thinking 'why even put on any makeup'--and that's a slippery slope to becoming a real bum."

Yeah.

I literally said that.

She laughed, and assured me that she would "un-bum" me.

And she did.

And I love it!

And I need you to keep me accountable to going to the salon every 6-8 weeks to maintain the style.

Goodbye, mousse!

(I'm aiming to actually touch my blow dryer 5 out of the 7 days a week)

(I know, dream big)

A final word to the wise:

Just because you're a mum, doesn't mean you have to be a bum.