Stop Calling Me Cute

Since my whirlwind makeover, I’ve realized that the drawback to appearing presentable is that people then expect you to look good everyday. Once upon a time, I came to work or went to church and no one ever commented on how I looked. Now, I get daily comments about my hair, skin, and how much weight other people think I’ve lost.

I’ve been feeling the pressure to maintain myself (which is a good thing). I recently had my hair trimmed, which is something that I did about once a year before. I’m religiously maintaining my hair color and even dying my waxed eyebrows to match. I even flat iron my hair every couple days just to make sure I’m putting in some effort. Which is exactly why I’m so perturbed today.

I woke up this morning to the sound of squeaky mattress springs and discovered that Little King David was using his mattress as a trampoline. Unfortunately, he was bouncing around about an hour before he should have been awake. As luck would have it, my kid is the only kid on the planet that is not mesmerized by cartoons, so it’s virtually impossible to have a flat iron turned on in my house while he is awake. Do you remember what that kid has done with my stove? Can you imagine the destruction he could orchestrate with a hot flat iron? It’s safer not to give him the chance.

Since I just washed my hair last night, I looked like I was wearing Medusa’s wig this morning. As luck would have it, I didn’t have time to iron my hair today, so I grabbed a claw clip and whipped up a quick up-do.

So far, I have already heard five comments from five different people that “Oh, your hair looks so cute today!”

You’ve got to be kidding me. Either they’re patronizing me or my hair looks horrid every other day and I’m the only person that doesn’t know it.