The mom cut

HA! You thought I was just threatening to do it didn't you? You thought I would never have the courage. You thought I would never go through with it. Well I did. Yesterday, I cut off all of my hair. That's right. I now have a "Mom cut".

I always, always swore that I would never get a mom cut. I always swore that I wouldn't cut my long luscious locks even if I had ten children. I always swore this... before I actually had kids. What I didn't know is, it's fine to keep your long beautimus hair, as long as you don't mind it being stuck together in sections by dried banana and baby snot.

I did mind so I started putting is back in a knot at the nape of my neck. That's right, you've seen it... the bun. And that's the way I wore it. Each. And Every. Single. Day. So I figure... cutting it short couldn't look WORSE than wearing it back in a bun everyday, could it? And if it did... well the one thing that is certain is that hair will grow. I'd just grow it back out. It's about 2 inches above my shoulders and I LOVE it.

This morning I took a shower put some goop in it, towel dried and in an hour it was completely dry. And because it's down and not back in a ponytail it actually looks like it's semi fixed, even when it isn't.

I definately think that I look better with long hair. When the long hair is freshly washed, blow dried and curled. But as my husband can attest that hasn't happened since Connor's birth so what the hell, right? Everyone always says that short hair is easier to take care of. Do you know why they said that? Because it is.