The crazy thoughts of a sleep deprived woman

Every once in a while in that tiny moment when Adam lets me crawl back into bed and before sleep overwhelms me, I find my mind wandering to some of the craziest thoughts. Last night, the topic was hair. Have you ever thought that hair is such a strange part of our body? We are ruled by our hair. We pluck it, cut it, shave it, laser it, wax it...whatever we can do to get rid of it. But then there are people who pay hundreds, if not more, to grow it or simulate natural growth. We color it, blow it with hot air, curl it, straighten it. We worry when we lose it or when it turns gray. We brush it, comb it, style it, put gobs of styling products in it, hide it under a hat. If you "have a bad hair day" it puts you in a bad funk all day. Heck, if Doug has a too short haircut and forgets his hair gel, he kinda resembles a tall fuzzy, slightly used Q-tip. (I don't have to make fun of my bad hair days since this is my post.) So this is what I think about in the wee hours of the night when all are asleep and I should be asleep and Doug is happily snoring next to me. I guess I can attribute this strange rambling on my new haircut. It had gotten way too long. Poor Adam either had it in his face at meal times or I just ended up pulling it up into a ponytail all the time. My hair hasn't been this short since the good ole Navy nurse days. Doug said I look like Mary only without the bangs. She's always looked like me, now it's my chance to look like her!