Back to School Bangs

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You’d never know it from this picture that Bug decided to cut bangs the night before school registration. That’s not a good idea because registration day is also picture day and if anyone knows anything, it is NOT a good idea to give yourself a home job haircut the day before a picture day. That’s common sense, right? It’s pretty much the perfect recipe for a freshman in high school disaster.

But you don’t know Bug. Or maybe you do. When Bug gets a bee in her bonnet she will NOT give up on it ever ever ever. She is the master manipulator and I am a sorry excuse for a strict parent.

She started begging me to take her to a hair salon around noon the day before registration. That was an easy no because hair salons are closed right now due to covid. Or at least the hair salons we go to are and even if we did find one that is open, it’s not likely that we could get an appointment that day.

So she came back and begged me to cut them. I said no for about four hours straight. And then I gave in. Because I am the master bang-cutter, after all. I’ve been cutting my own bangs since I turned twelve myself. She appealed to my ego. I told you she’s a master manipulator.

So we cut. I cut very very very cautiously. Just a little smidge of a bit and let her check to see if they were okay. The last thing I wanted was to cut too much hair and have her blame her first day of high school nightmare on me. Bit by bit by bit by bit. It took forever.

Finally she was okay with it. Mostly. At this point I went to bed. I get tired early and it was nine o’clock. I knew she wasn’t completely happy with her homestyle bang job but what can you do? I am not a professional hairstylist.

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An hour later she woke me up, convinced we needed to cut more. I could hear the desperation in her voice AND at this point I was pretty much okay with her having a bad hair day. If you are going to wake me up to cut your hair, you better be okay with the haircut you get. That’s what I say.

So we snipped. And she realized that was the best she was going to get.

Surprisingly she ended up liking her new side swoopy greasy Farrah Fawcett style bangs. They do suit her! What can I say? My kid can pretty much rock anything. She has very thin hair like her dad so adding a bit of a wave around her eyes frames her face nicely. I was surprised!

Registration went well, her pictures turned out cute and yesterday was the first day of school. First day of school at home that is.

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She sent me this picture from her room at her dad’s house all geared up to start school. I miss taking first day of school photos but I can see from all the other parents I follow on social media, that this sort of selfie is the new normal. School at home is the new normal and things are going pretty smoothly. It’s only been two days but the girls seem to be accepting it.

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Joon sent me a photo too. With fake snapchat freckles no less. She has no idea that I used to HATE my freckles when I was her age.

So so far so good. We’ll see how the year goes. One in high school. One in middle school. I’ll keep you posted. With their permission of course. And yes, I did get permission to post these photos. :)

48 Sucks

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I was having such a tough time of it, I didn’t blog about turning 48. It’s a doozy turning this age. I think really, it’s more that it’s not so fun having a birthday in 2020 and probably everyone is going to have to do it. Some of us do it more gracefully than others and I have to hang my head in shame because I didn’t do it so gracefully at all. I was sad.

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Thankfully, I am shacked up with the most lovely human ever and he baked me a cake. A pink lemonade cake that I described in detail and he pulled it off perfectly. Of course that was the day I also decided to get off Facebook where I should have been bragging about him. I hate to brag obnoxiously though. But I do want to give him a shout out because baking a cake for a sad girlfriend on a really hot summer day is an act of heroism. Thank you, Mr. Hero.