Hair Hell

That's what I call the week before you have your next hair appointment. It doesn't matter if it has been nine weeks or four weeks. Somehow your hair just knows that it's that time and freaks out on you. I swear that my roots suddenly become more noticeable and my style grows out just enough to be unmanageable about a week before any given appointment. It's amazing. Right now my bangs are driving me absolutely insane. I had this great thought that I would grow them out again. Bad idea. I can't wait to get them trimmed back to where they belong. They keep falling over my eye, and no amount of hairspray helps. For someone who is hair obsessed, this can be quite debilitating. There are days that I am late for work because of my hair. Isn't that awful? I just cannot leave the bathroom until my hair is passable. How do some people just get out of bed, run a comb through and go? I even obsess when I put on a hat! Should I tuck my hair behind my ear or let it be in front? Argh! Unfortunately, my hair woes have nothing to do with length. It is no easier short than it was long. I'll just have to face it: I have high maintenance hair. Figures.

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