To Cut or not to Cut...

Why do I feel like I am breaking some kind of rule right now, sneaking around at night to write a blog.

Okay, so its only 9:40 currently, not late at all right? Well Mr. already went to bed, made it so I went too. "You need to start going to bed earlier" he tells me. So I try to sleep, but it just not gonna happen. So I start browsing through old pictures on my phone.

For a while now I've been trying to grow my hair out. I look at old photos of when my hair was really long and beautiful. This process is just killing me though, I hate this yucky in between stage. I can't really do anything with it, I just wear it up. This heat isn't helping either. So looking at the photos, I see really cute pictures when my hair was shorter. A cute A-line cut, or a cute bob. I really liked how easy it was to take care of, manage and style.

So now, I am thinking about chopping my hair off. It would be about a good 5-6 inches chop, shocker! I have never cried when I've gotten a cut done, at least that I can remember. Little one is like that, she always likes a cut, gets home and hates it. Usually I care less about what happens with my hair. Lately I've just felt so frumpy. It could just be the heat, but I don't know if I can wait it out till it cools down. I figure I could just write about it, help me take my mind off it, else I will never get to sleep!

So back to sneaking around. I slip out of bed, tip toe to the office and here I am in the dark. Maybe what I need is a hot cup of tea. If I didn't already brush my teeth, I think I would be stuffing my face with Whoopie pies. I am just too much of a night owl to be crawling into bed before the sun goes down (exaggeration of course).

Time to bust out the reading light, a good book and slip into another world for an hour. I'm sure with the dim light I will grow sleepy... or just blind.