Yesterday Gavin told me this story:
G: Mommy, Dee [the poor unknowing babysitter who comes 2 hours/week] gave us Fruit Snacks in the morning.
Me: Um, you aren’t allowed to have those until after dinner.
G: I know that, but Dee doesn’t know the rules. I told her we could have them now and she gave them to us.
Me: Well you know better. So did you eat them?
Disclaimer: I knew he ate them, I’m not delusional. But in asking the question I hoped to evoke a modicum of guilt. Nope. He didn’t even dignify my ridiculous question with a verbal response, only a look that told me everything I need to know about his teen years. It’s not gonna be pretty for me.
What I do think is pretty is my new haircut! Eight inches off — I was actually nervous for the first time in my life. Despite being a little unsure about how good it actually looks, I am overwhelmingly happy that I did it. There is something incredibly freeing about chopping off your hair.
A little tip from the expert: it’s great to go short in the winter when you can cover the gap in turtleneck sweaters!
Everyone at Gavin’s school loved it but I am a little worried about what these relative strangers might be thinking about my mental health. Since September they’ve seen me with long hair, purple hair, and now a chin length bob. Oh well, they smile at me a lot – that’s positive, right?