Wild hairs...

I am seriously considering shaving my head and starting all over.

No... really.

Some of you may remember that last summer, my hair started fallling out by the handful.  Well, it's growing back in, and while I'm happy about it, really, truly I am... it's driving me nuts.

You see, back when it was falling out, I had it cut short because I figured, hey, let's beat it to the punch!  If it's all going to fall out ANYWAY, might as well get used to it, right?  But it didn't ALL fall out, it just got very thin.  Well, I haven't cut it since, so what hair was left kept growing.  It was almost, but not quite shoulder length when I decided to get it cut again last week.   Why?  Because, while most of my hair is four and five inches long, the stuff growing back in is in short tufts that are between less than an inch, and an inch and a half long.  And they are sticking up EVERYWHERE!!!  Given that I have crazy Cajun hair ANYWAY, this makes it look wilder than ever, and like I just got out of bed after a very rough night.  No, not THAT kind of rough night, because I'd look smug, too.  No, the kind of rough night where you're just one big cranky snarly mess because there was a cricket chirping in some hidden corner of the bedroom, and no matter where you looked, you couldn't find it, even with the flashlight, and you were driving your husband crazy because you just can't sleep when there's a chirping cricket in the room, and finally, when the damn thing shut up at 3 am, and you thought, "Finally, I can get some sleep!" you heard a folorn voice call out, "Mama, I threw up in my bed!"  

Yeah, that kind of night.

I finally decided, screw it, I'm getting it cut.  And my victim...er... I mean... the lady who cut my hair was very patient, even though I was literally a wibbling, incoherent mess about my hair, because I just waved my hands at it, looked at her desperately, and wailed, "Fix this!!!"

She did.  And I have to say, even though at FIRST, she gave me a brown helmet (that's what it looked like when she finished blowing it dry.  A brown helmet on my head, and I just KNOWvicki_sine is dying of laughter here, picturing it), when I got home and washed all the straightening products out of it... it behaved, and looked great.  Until today.  Because I relaxed.

*snarl, snarl, snarl, HOWL, HOWL HOWL!!!*

Today, it is playing dead, and lying flat on my head.  Except for the cowlicks, which are standing straight up, making my head look like a badly mown field.  Oh, and don't forget the sides, sticking straight out... oh, who am I kidding?  I should just get the buzzer and BZZZZZZZT!!!!

Hair is vastly over-rated, right?

Yeah, guess I'll be going back to the hair salon to sob into Tammy's lap and babble incoherently about my hair and please fix it, and no more helmets, just... shave it all off!  All of it!  So what if the Husbandly One won't let me back in the house?  We have a garden shed!  And the minivan is weather tight....

Maybe I can find a really cool hat and just... never take it off.

*hides under the bed*