Hair Cut

I have a secret addiction to Groupon. What a great invention. All the things that I would never spend money on, sent right to my email at half price. I am a spontanious buyer and have managed to create a nice little stockpile of deals in my groupon account. When I recently checked my groupons, I had bought seven and not spent one of them. I decided I needed to get on it before I became one of the those horder ladies who bought junk and crammed into a room until there was no where left in the house to stand. So I decided to spend my groupon to a fancy salon. For 25 bucks I got $80 to spend at a swanky salon where prices for a haircut start at $50. I had already cut about 15 inches for locks of love six months ago. My hair was still short, but I could just squeeze it into a pony. In truth, I liked my long hair and want to grow it back. However, when you are used to getting your hair cut by the students at the hair school, and you get a chance for a $50 hair cut, you can't just get a trim. So I told my stylist I wanted a new look, and it could be anything as long as it was low maintence. By that, I mean airdried and done. I am not going to kid myself into pretending I will ever blow dry or flat iron my hair regularly. I am lucky if I run a brush through it. Yep, I am that mom, and I am really not all that embarrassed about it.
So the hairstylist asks me, "if you had to put a sign on your head with one word, what would it say?" I wanted to say, "Desperately trying not to lose my mind," but that's more than one word. When I didn't immediately supply him an answer, he made suggestions: "Trendy, classic, sophisticated?" Well, none of those... "Fun!" I said, very sure of myself. So he gave me a very fun, super short do that flips out all over the place and looks great airdried. It looks terrible straight out of bed, so now I have to take a shower before I go anywhere. I usually only take showers after I run or before a fancy date, so I think I will be buying lots of hats.
When I saw my son after the big cut, he looked at me, smiled sheepishly, and said "you cut your hair." I said, "yea! Isn't it fun?" He kept smiling but didn't answer. My daughter jumped in and started talking nonstop about the hair cut and her hair cut and remember when we both got our hair cut. When she came up for air, I quickly said, "I don't think your brother likes my hair." He said, "Well, I was trying to keep my feelings to myself." How sweet. It's okay that I am raising a boy who likes long hair as long he doesn't want to hurt feelings more.