hat hair

This week, “take a shower” has been towards the top of my methodically thought about but hastily scrawled to-do list. This item has yet to be completed or crossed off. This is such a routine conundrum that I hesitate to even waste a blog post on it’s description. I guess the idea of waste is really irrelevant given that this blog is free and that I can do little else while holding a lightly sleeping baby in anticipation of a soon-to-awake-and-likely-to-be-grumpy toddler. I could read, I suppose.

Water is plentiful now, after a barrage of steady rain last week. The water heater’s pilot has been re-lit after being snuffed out by nearly gale-force winds. Though today has been rough with two sick little ones and a disturbingly filthy house, my mood is good and I cannot claim depression or lethargy as a barrier to my much needed bathing session. I even have a new, yummy bar of soap. So what’s the problem? Competing priorities with limited resources of time, I guess, and personal hygiene simply hasn’t made the cut. It’s not like I’m running the United Nations or something, so what could these mighty “competing priorities” be? That explanation would be a waste of a blog entry. You’ll just have to take my word for it.

I am in rather desperate need for a break from my blessed children. An ideal solution exists in the form of my favorite weekly dance class (yes, it is the only one in town) which takes place this evening. My hygiene deficit begs the question, “can I inflict my malodorous and matted self upon my dancing peers?” The room will be overheated and bumping with bodies. While I could imagine deluding myself into thinking that a hefty swath of deodorant would camouflage my transgressions, nothing can fool me into believing that my hair mats are insignificant. I will be forced to remove my hat; an accessory that hasn’t left my head in several days. What the absence of hat will reveal is a lot to consider. Is my desperation for a break greater than or equal to my shame about my disheveled state. Will I dance tonight, hair pies and all? Tune in tomorrow for the exciting conclusion to today’s mini-drama, Hat Hair of the Hurried Housewife. I’m sure you won’t be disappointed.

P.S. Feel lucky that my camera is still languishing in the hands of the Canon repair department. Otherwise, my tremendous hat hair could be the last thing you see when you close your eyes to sleep tonight.