Don't do a new do

This week Naomi hasn't been taking her usual hourlong naps. Instead she has been taking these 30-minute (or less) cat naps, where she seems to wake up as soon as you put her down. To say the least, this means I haven't been getting a lot done. But she has been sleeping better through the night. So, Tuesday we had people from church over for a couples Bible study, so I was cooking and cleaning and trying to prepare for guests. 

Tuesday is usually my "Sunday" because my first day of the workweek is Wednesday. It's the end of my "weekend" so that means I try to get ready for work: consider making my lunch (usually don't), pick out clothes (though they never get ironed) and do my hair. And when I say do my hair this normally consists of washing, conditioning, leave-in conditioning, drying and flat-ironing. That all takes a good two or three hours. 

Now, back to Naomi's short naps and the Bible study. I didn't get to do my hair at all. Of course I had to do something to look presentable. I had seen other people wear wigs and it was no big deal. The wigs looked great on them. Sometimes you didn't even know it was a wig. I had bought one a few weeks earlier and decided to give it a try. The perfect solution to my dilemma, right? 

If you are expecting me to say that I wore a wig and it got snatched off or the strings were hanging out and I looked all crazy, though that would be both sad and funny, that is not what happened. "I absolutely love your hair!" "Great haircut!" These were among the comments I received. I should have known I couldn't just wear a new do and not have everyone comment about it. I wasn't trying to pretend like it was my hair. It was just a quick solution. I tried to not lie to people and make it seem like I had gotten a haircut. I would say, "just trying something different." Anyway, I spent the better part of a week continuing to wear the wig because I felt silly since everyone thought I had gotten a great haircut. And I felt silly wearing it because it was like wearing a hat and it just wasn't my hair. I don't know what I'm going to tell people who think I got my hair styled and now it's back to normal (ponytails and puffiness.) Maybe, I'll bring the wig back for special occasions. But for now I know I have to go back to being me. "I am not my hair ..."