Long Live Springbreak

You know when bad hair is affecting your soul like a cancer, eating you alive on the inside?  If that sounds dramatic, then you don't know what I'm talking about.  Because if you know what I'm talking about, you can feel my pain!  That's where I was.  I was living in the realm where everyday I felt like I needed to wear a baseball cap just to cover up all the craziness that was my hair.  Only problem, I don't own a baseball cap, and I think it went out of style for girls to wear them, somewhere around the time that I last wore my overalls.  I told Darin on Tuesday night that I felt like it was Christmas Eve.  He told me he could hear the violins playing in the background, as in, he thought I was being overly dramatic and self-pitying.  Sometimes, it's really hard to live with a boy.  Especially one who does not understand what a hair crisis is.

Cancer is in remission!  I have a new lease on my hair life.  I have a solid two months until the vicious cycle will undoubtably repeat itself, all over again.

If you're curious if I had anything else on my agenda last week, click over to my littlest sister Christine's blog.  She's hosting the sister update this week.  We're trying to make it a regular and rotating weekly (?) feature.  I love catching glimpses of my sisters, and hearing a bit about what they do in their regular lives.

In other news, Darin's on spring break.  Yesterday that looked like us going to the gym first thing in the morning, followed by breakfast at Elmo's Diner (because Chilaquiles and sweet potato pancakes were the weekly specials!), followed by some belated birthday shopping and finally culminated in an afternoon matinee of Adjustment Bureau.  The kids don't have spring break until the very last week of April!  Lucky me, I get to have two :)