It’s done. Pretty much done. I don’t know if I reported in an earlier post about the state of hair in this house. (It’s not like I actually read these things). Well, the last week or so have been an itchy and sometimes sore experience for my dear wife. Last night (Friday), we noticed that it was getting real close to falling out. So, the decision was made.
This afternoon, after I got home from work, we first went to Michaels to pick up some fabric coloring stuff so the kids could color a couple bandanas for us. Then, when we got home……*sigh*. It was done. I used our clippers (professional clippers at that!!) and shaved her head. I did not shave it down to the nub, but it was cut with no guard on the clippers. It’s short. Oh, so short. Shorter than what I keep my hair.
This is a really blatant way for reality to hit once more. Nope, we are not dreaming. I suspect it won’t take long for the kids and I to get used to the new look. Rebecca’s biggest complaint was that ‘Now Mommy looks like Uncle!!!!’ (I’m not sure if she’s referring to John or Andy LMAO). David took it all quite stoically. The trauma was not as bad as it could have been.
Once Dianne’s hair cut was done, mine was next. Usually, Dianne cuts my hair with a #2 guard on the clippers. This time, she did it with no guard. And, to follow up, I went over the stubble with my electric razor. And now, I look like Rebecca’s other uncle (Uncle Pete!!). As of this writing, Pete can say that he officially has more hair than someone in the family. It’s been years since he’s said that. (Pete, is 2009 another year of the bald eagle?)
And that, dear reader, is the state of hair in our house. That’s a big enough change for now. So, if you attend Providence CanRC, I strongly suggest that tomorrow morning, you wear sunglasses. My scalp is blinding.
And my wife is still hawt!!!! And I love her, hair or no. That will never change.