I’m in a hurry. I splash the soap off my face and wipe it dry with a towel. I put some Colgate on my Sonicare and stand in front of the mirror with one hand on my hip while the mechanical toothbrush does its job. Not for the full two minutes, though, I don’t have time.
I’m dressed and ready to head to my 4-miler with Heather sans the kiddos this morning. I just need to grab a pair of socks and slip on my shoes. But then everything comes to a screeching halt. What am I gonna do with this HAIR?
Basically, I have three options.
1. Do nothing, which is what I did on Friday and was distracted the entire time.
2. Attempt to tie it into a ponytail and hold the short sides back with a thin plastic headband that looks like the one I had when I was 8. But, I don’t think it’ll work…
3. So, then I tie back the sides and make sure they stay back with a wide “fashion” headband that feels like it is going to squeeze my temples until they touch.
I go with Option 3 since if I don’t leave now, I’ll be late. But I’m not that happy about it.
By the way, me and Heather did 4.5 miles today and last Sunday on accident. Just logging that for the record.