Really Monday… really?

Ladies, it’s been one of them days. I woke up angry (which means tears… I don’t get mad, I get sad), running late (per usual), left Gia’s doctor’s appointment without checking out (another story for another day), nearly cussed out a waitress (for good reason, trust me), and have surely driven my poor husband crazy (pulled everything out of the closet, for good reason, lol). The best part… I don’t even know what’s wrong! This is so not me… I’m usually very cheery… sickeningly so.

Ugh.

I came home to finish the Search & Destroy mission I started last night, and ended up chopping off about 2 inches (+) all around, leaving me somewhere between collar bone and arm pit length. I was planning to go shorter but was stopped by (1) my husband who took the scissors and gave me the side eye, and (2) the thought of not being able to bun… nothing scarier!

But I’m so loving the idea of a *true* bob…

My hair texture is tighter than theirs but I still think it’d be dope.

I suppose that’s it. Not sure I had a point for the post, but it was definitely therapeutic to vent. I suppose there is always tomorrow πŸ™‚ In the meantime, pass the Shiraz.

Do you take your frustration out on your hair?

**Edited to Add** Hubby called upstairs and said a box was just delivered… from Huetiful. YAY!

It’s also kinda hard to stay angry when I have this munchkin smiling at me all day πŸ™‚