Once upon a time, after a particularly long and rough deployment to Iraq that include many familial traumas, I chopped all my hair off just before my husband came home. And I don’t mean that in a 4-inches kind of way. I mean that in a I had hair halfway down my back when I entered the salon and I looked like Mia Farrow when I left kinda way.
Well, now I’m feeling the itch again. And I saw this beautiful cut that Michelle Williams had at Cannes in 2010. And I want to do it. Like, bad.
In WOD news, I did a solo Fran at the box on Friday. It was killer/lonely. It really hammered home just how weak one can get taking 6 months off (and I will reiterate I didn’t /want/ to take 6 months off!). I did it RX’ed–9:39. Ugh.
I should note, for my own posterity, that no TV program delights my daughter more than the Today Show. Home-girl loves her some Matt Lauer. She also stood on her own for 2 seconds yesterday (she’ll be 7 months in 2 days).
Also, 6 weeks to go until I fly baby C and myself back to Deutschland. Anyone have any tips for 11 hour plane rides with an 8 month old, aside from drugging her (which I really don’t want to do)?