In the fall, I started packing a bag to shower at the club. Once they started requiring a mask while working out - not just when you moved from one area of the club to the other, I ended up working out at home. There's no way I could do cardio while masked. I suck way too much air and I'm unwilling to rely on a mask to let my oxygen flow. No secret death wish by asphyxiation here.
Opting to shower at home, I often came home all sweaty and gross, BUT I'd often get distracted (telling kids to get their chores done, debating what chores need to be done), pulled in various directions (oh shoot, I need to start the crock-pot or whip up a protein shake), or I was asked to drive someone somewhere. Before I knew it I'd have to announce loudly and make a big stink (well this was easy, because have I mentioned how BADLY I smelled?) - "I'm getting in the shower!"
While I feel like my people interfere with my showering agenda, I'm quite sure they all celebrate when I stop bossing everyone around and actually get in the shower.
The locker rooms were open at the club in the fall (they might be now, I don't know as I use my FB videos while refraining from waving at my instructor. Progress). For awhile I showered at the club so I could just move forward with the day when I walked in the door.
At the club, I accidentally wore my mask into the shower. Another time I forgot my deodorant. The club used to have complimentary spray deodorant on the counters, but not during covid.
Then one day I couldn't find my bottle of Botanical Boost. I feel like I've shared this in a 'my favorite things' type post, but in case I haven't . . . I love what this stuff does for my hair. It's the bomb.
I didn't see it in my gym bag. I happened to be showering at home. I thought the girls maybe borrowed it. Dripping wet, I called out to them,
Me: Girls, did one of you borrow my Botanical Boost?
Curly: No. I looked in your bathroom but I couldn't find it.
Mini: I don't put product in my hair.
Well. Is it me, or did that seem like Mini was being braggadocios?
Aside from the towel turban and her frequent messy buns, her hair is amazing. Naturally curly - not 'Curly- curly', but more manageable and flowing and CRAZY THICK. Yes, I'm jealous.
How totally uncalled for to taunt those of us who can't leave the bathroom without the help of product. Isn't there a saying, THOSE WITH PERFECT HAIR SHOULD NOT THROW BOBBY PINS OR SCISSORS OR FLIP THEIR PERFECT HAIR IN OTHER PEOPLE'S FACES - ESPECIALLY THOSE WHO SUFFER FROM THIN HAR?
If there isn't, then there should be.
|There it was - tucked in my gym bag after all.|
Curly's hair is growing in quite nicely after the haircut disaster of May 2019, thanks for asking. I mean technically it still looks like it's growing out and not down. We're begging gravity to get involved here. In the meantime, she still often sports a bun or she tries various combinations of hair products to see what might make it less frizzy and 'free.'
Jumping on friends' trampolines or riding bikes has an interesting 'pump-it-up' impact on her locks. I swear her hair width can be wider than her actual body frame. She's learning to ignore me when I stand behind her and silently motion to Mini about how ding-dang wide this mop can actually become.
A few weeks back was Ash Wednesday. The pandemic way to handle ashes was to sprinkle the ashes over people's heads to avoid touching parishioner's foreheads while marking it with a cross.
We are expected to make sacrifices during this season of lent. Well, sacrifice I did. I got to look cringy the rest of the night. Those ashes sprinkled on my balding head sat on my scalp, the place where other people have a mass of hair. My very visible ashes screamed LOOK THIS ONE STRUGGLES TO GROW HAIR. Appearing downright dirty is not my preferred personal statement. I've stopped washing my hair daily, and not anticipating this 'blessing' at mass, I washed my hair that morning.
Thank you Jesus, in advance, for letting a priest make a very large cross on my head next year out of ashes. I'm assuming by then I won't even notice if someone breathes on me or sneezes within 6 feet of me.
One more: 2nd to last: Curly's friend's mom texted me after the girls hung out a few weeks ago and said the sister's friend was over the same day and ended up having lice. Wouldn't you think that in a pandemic the lice could all just up and die? Enough ARLEADY.
Curly never got lice, praise the Lord. Can you even imagine having to comb through that mop? Raking that matted, fist-sized knot out of her hair over the summer is way too fresh. Resident germa-phob, Tank, sat at dinner with a plastic shopping bag on his head the night we got the text. I was like, boys rarely get lice. You don't have enough hair. Still, he decided he couldn't be too careful.
|Tank in lice fighting mode.|
Finale: I took one of the babies on a walk last week. We saw my folks through their patio door. My mom usually wears her hair in the shortest 'pixie' possible. Hair was growing a few inches down her neck. She'd been cutting it herself, not sure when she veered from that plan.
I was in shock. Not as much shock as the baby who didn't know what to think of the elderly people trying to imitate Donald Duck and making weird faces at her. I informed my kids later that their grandparents have turned a corner. They've aged so dramatically, that they've lost their touch with babies.
I thought of asking my folks: GET OUT MUCH?
Then, I remembered. So, I stood by and watched them frighten the be-Jesus out of this baby in my care.
Any good lice stories? I realize 'lice' and 'good' should not be used in the same sentence. Or has anyone still not gotten a haircut? Or do you have a family member with flaunty-type great hair? Would someone like to make plans to have dinner with Tank, because you never know what to expect?
No promises, but I'm going to try my DARNDEST to post for tomorrow. Check back. There's so much afoot.