Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Habitual Haircuts

Every month about the same time, my brother asks if he can get a haircut. Every. Month. Same. Time. Now I know that this should not be a little annoying, but let me tell ya - it is.

I'm sorry. I know the boy wants a haircut. He does not have to ask me about it every single month. But, he does. Bless his heart, I know. But come on kid! You barely have any hair. And one of these days, when you tell the girl how short you want it, she is going to tell you that very thing. If you keep trimming what's barely there, do you think it's going to keep growing?

I wonder, has heard the thing about shaving (like face or legs) making hair come back thicker? Because if that's what he is thinking, I guess I better have a talk with him.

He's about to be bald. Which is probably about right. My mother's father was mostly hairless at a rather young age.

He was also grey headed and I mean like white/ silver. And if he were still alive, I'd be pickin bones with him over that! I may not have gotten much from him, but that I did. Thanks a lot Papaw Alvie Lee! (I hope you know I'm kidding. I loved this man and miss him all the time)

So last night while we were waiting on dinner to arrive (that fancy pizza delivery) he asked, "Hey Sis, can I get my hair cut tomorrow?" And I know, I know, it shouldn't make me cringe! But y'all it does. I can't help it.

I said, "We'll have to see Bub. It all depends on if I have to work late. We'll see".

And then, when I look at him, he looks like his 8 year old self. And I feel like an ass. Because I feel like I told him no (even though I did not) and like I broke his heart.

The boy doesn't have much. I need to let him get his habitual haircuts.

I'm gonna. I'm gonna just let him cut his hair until he's got nothing left but peach fuzz.

Monday, March 3, 2014

OCD Takeover

My husband left for a business trip on Saturday. I knew I'd be bored and lonely, so I made plans. Because that's what I do, I plan.

I plan dinner for week nights, weekend activities, cleaning and washing days; I even plan what I'm going to wear everyday. It's the side effects of being OCD. It's not that bad, I've been doing it so long, it could just be habit now.

So, of course, when we found out my husband would be gone for 2 weeks, I planned. I planned different things to do each night so I wouldn't be bored and miss him too much.

Yea, things don't always work out the way you plan them.

He left Saturday morning. I took him to the airport and drove all the way back home. Then decided to take a nap while he was flying so I wouldn't worry. That didn't work out so well - I had nightmares! So I decide to go for a run while the weather was nice. That took about 30 minutes. Even after showering and getting ready, he still hadn't landed.

I took my brother for dinner and by this time, my husband had landed, thank God! I could at least not worry about the flight anymore. After dinner, I caught up on TV shows and videos I'd been wanting to watch. And finally went to (a lonely and restless) sleep.

Sundays plans were to sleep in, workout, and take my brother to IHop for breakfast. Again, things not working out as planned - I woke up with the sunrise, worked out and he was up before me and had already eaten breakfast!

Even after trying my best to take my time getting things done - like grocery shopping, checking out an estate sale and cleaning - I was still most of the way through my list by Sunday night!

This is what happens when someone with my condition has too much time on her hands. I can't be trusted with checklists.

So now, Monday afternoon, only 2 days into the 2 weeks, all I have left to do are some crafts. And I don't want to do them too soon so I decided this morning I'd also spring clean our house...

I'll bet you ten bucks it's all done before I go to sleep tonight.