Midnight Hair Cut

When I can't sleep, I do extraordinary things. Things my mind would not normally conceive. Things that make me seem like a looney-bin escapee. Tonight, I cut my own hair.

Pardon the look. I'm exhausted and freshly showered. Though, this is what I look like most days...



This might be routine for some of you. But I assure you, this is not routine for me. It was very much a moment of restlessness. I just get all this energy pent up and I need to do something with it. Paint and redecorate a bathroom, make a diaper (or three), organize my basement storage, cut my hair.

It's all cut evenly. I check every time I walk past a mirror. I'm so particular about my hair, I've been nervous to go to a stylist in Alaska. The requirements for a beautician's license are so relaxed, I am technically more qualified to cut my own hair than Sally Sue down at Great Clips. Thank you 500 hours of beauty school.

Brian's home! A crazy mishap at the airport, a lunch with Terra while I killed time, and two poop-out-the-diaper changes later - he's home! It's good to have him back. But I think it's thrown off Kellie's sleep schedule. She keeps trying to play with him instead of closing her eyes. He's not playing back because - he's sleeping! Wish me luck on getting my fussy kidlet down and finally sleeping tonight.