So I hate curly/wavy hair. Yeah I said it. Yeah I know I have wavy hair. Yeah I know my biracial child has curl beyond curl. Yes, that is the reason I'm going natural.
I don't know why but I have always wanted straight hair. To me wavy and curl is not professional and doesn't belong in the office. That is a Martha issue. I don't want it to ever be an Audrey issue. So I'm going natural. I'm going to love my hair. I'm going to put up the flat iron and get over myself.
So today was day 1, I put mousse in my hair and scrunched. Actually came out pretty good, I was nervous about wearing it to work. I wanted to flat iron it so badly! I took a deep breath and out I went. The boss actually liked it. I did put a hair barrette in but by the end of the day I was almost digging it.
So what is the point? Honestly, I hope to learn to love me as I am, waves and all. I really don't ever want Audrey to look in the mirror and hate her reflection. How can I expect that from her if I don't feel that way? Why my hair is an issue to me I really don't know but I'm locking away flat iron and maybe even the blow dryer. I am already discovering that I need a haircut. I think I'll get more bounce with a little less length and a few more layers. I'm thinking I might need different hair products too. I'm going to do it. I'm going to go natural and love it, right?
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Sunday - Suspicions and Spaghetti
So Sunday I decided to get Audrey out of the house. She stays at home with my mom and doesn't hang too much with other children so I try to get her out of the house when I can. With the super hot Texas summer, cool places are hard to find but luckily the local mall has an indoor playland. Off to the mall we went.
It was like any other trip to the mall. She played and insisted I take video. She had a grand ol' time. After a walk around the mall, we headed back to the playland. It was packed. Kids everywhere! She was having fun. I soon as we got there I was scoping out parents and kids. Seeing who belonged to who; checking to make sure the older kids didn't hurt Audrey or the other smaller kids. A couple, I'm thinking a mom and son, caught my eye. No children were going up to them. They weren't calling after any kids. They were just sitting there. Part of the reason I noticed them is because they looked 'mixed' like Audrey but there were no 'mixed' children playing besides Audrey. I noticed they were watching Audrey and me. I got a bad feeling. I got Audrey and we headed home. Maybe they were super nice but tired people and just needed a place to sit (there were four benches within 10 feet). Maybe they planned no harm to my child. I was taking no chances. It felt bad so we left. Better to be over protective than have a regret.
After the mall and church, my DH had lovely gluten-free dinner for us. Spaghetti! Audrey and I love pasta (I know, it is so cruel). We're lucky that we have found a rice pasta that we love from Tinkyada that I think is just like the real thing. So we were enjoying family time with spaghetti and Udi's bread with garlic spread. I said to DH, " you know if anyone came in right now, they won't be able to tell we are eating totally gluten-free." It was a nice feeling to feel like a regular Americana family. Toddler in the high chair grubbing and wearing spaghetti. DH and I fighting over garlic bread. We were normal.
So that was Sunday. Suspicions and spaghetti, I wonder what the week will bring.
It was like any other trip to the mall. She played and insisted I take video. She had a grand ol' time. After a walk around the mall, we headed back to the playland. It was packed. Kids everywhere! She was having fun. I soon as we got there I was scoping out parents and kids. Seeing who belonged to who; checking to make sure the older kids didn't hurt Audrey or the other smaller kids. A couple, I'm thinking a mom and son, caught my eye. No children were going up to them. They weren't calling after any kids. They were just sitting there. Part of the reason I noticed them is because they looked 'mixed' like Audrey but there were no 'mixed' children playing besides Audrey. I noticed they were watching Audrey and me. I got a bad feeling. I got Audrey and we headed home. Maybe they were super nice but tired people and just needed a place to sit (there were four benches within 10 feet). Maybe they planned no harm to my child. I was taking no chances. It felt bad so we left. Better to be over protective than have a regret.
After the mall and church, my DH had lovely gluten-free dinner for us. Spaghetti! Audrey and I love pasta (I know, it is so cruel). We're lucky that we have found a rice pasta that we love from Tinkyada that I think is just like the real thing. So we were enjoying family time with spaghetti and Udi's bread with garlic spread. I said to DH, " you know if anyone came in right now, they won't be able to tell we are eating totally gluten-free." It was a nice feeling to feel like a regular Americana family. Toddler in the high chair grubbing and wearing spaghetti. DH and I fighting over garlic bread. We were normal.
So that was Sunday. Suspicions and spaghetti, I wonder what the week will bring.
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