Late breaking news, people.
This Mommy finally lost it.
I just cut my own hair.
We aren't talking a trim.
I cut a full SIX inches off. Oh. My. God.
Does this ever seem a good idea? I can't even blame drunken cutting. Nope. I woke this morning, having no ideas of where or how I want my hair cut.
It's literally been two years since I've had a professional cut. Yep, baseball hats, ponytails, and braids became my uniform. Yesterday, I realized that my braid to the side was a good 15-17 inched long. I'd like to think it was kinda Anna Kournikova, but it was more unfortunate Crystal Gail-esque. Blek.
Not crying yet...