Stretch arms, stretch!

Well I know I’ve had days when I’ve said that I might pull out my hair if I can’t get everyone settled and contented and somewhat quiet. You know, those days when the kids are out of whack, the day is out of whack, and, thus, I’m feeling pretty out of whack. Well, today was not one of those days. The kids were tired, but they were actually having a good, happy day. Even so, my kids may truly make me bald. No, it was not one of those out-of-whack days. But, it was one of those hair-pulling days.

No, for real. I’m not joking! (This totally is not funny. You’re really NOT supposed to be laughing!) I’ve honestly been feeling my head all day to see if I can find a hairless patch. I don’t think one is there, but I really thought there might be. (I don’t know why I keep feeling for it, though. If there was a bald patch, would I really want to know about it?? Maybe, but maybe not. I’d just be self-conscious all the time. Of course, my hair is long enough that I guess I could have a pretty convincing comb-over!)

I was sitting at the computer doing email, and S climbed up behind me. She’s standing on the chair behind me, and I’m telling her that she had better get down because she might fall. (Mostly, I’m more annoyed with trying to read and type while her little body is pushing up against my back and she's hanging on me!) To this she responds, “No… Me not fall. I okay.” Or something similar... Just imagine a spunky (she’s a sweetheart, but she’s definitely got some spunk) little 2-year-old and you can pretty much figure what she might say and how she might say it...

Maybe thirty seconds elapse from our discussion… S loses her balance and falls toward the floor. I realize it’s happening, but I’m not able to react in time. It didn’t help that she was behind me. I tried to grab her, but my arms didn’t bend back around me very well! (I’m not Elastigirl* … though that would have been very handy!) On the way down, she grabs hold of my hair to try (I’m stressing try here) to rebalance herself. Needless to say, she hit the floor… still holding on to a fistful of my hair. Not only was it extremely painful (for me, not her- she was just fine!), but I cannot get the sound out of my head! Let me tell you, it is more than a little unsettling to throw a bunch of my own hair (which was, just a few moments before, happily growing in my head) into the trashcan. But it is very unsettling to hear the sound (over and over and over again) of the hair coming out of my head. Not as bad as rubbing Styrofoam or scratching blackboards (or an irritating song!) but still disturbing, none the less.

*Now, for the irony. I had already typed up this blog and thought I'd find a picture of Elastigirl to put with the post (which I did find but couldn't get to post). Didn't I just say "I'm not Elastigirl"???? Well, I guess I was wrong! I just took a quiz to see which Incredibles character I was most like. According to this highly reliable intenet quiz, I am Elastigirl. (So, I just don't understand, then, why wouldn't my arms stretch out and wrap around me like noodles to keep S from falling and save my clump of hair?!) Fancy that!

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