The only thing worse than mom jeans is a mom haircut. It tells the world you've given up and are officially in the realm of utilitarian. I had been dreading getting a haircut and anyone saying this to me so I decided that no matter what I wasn't going to cut my long locks anywhere near her birth. But after surviving the hottest summer in anyone's memory, I lost my will. In late June I cut 4 inches off. Then I had that weird in between hair length. Then in August I cut off another 4 ... by accident. It really is no fault of my stylist, but boy did I leave in a bad mood. I made the classic mistake of taking in a picture of a hair style I liked, and thinking I'd come out looking the same as that girl. I came out with the same haircut, but I did not look anything like that gorgeous girl in the picture. See, I naturally have a round face so short hair tends to make it look rounder (read: chubbier). Being 9 months pregnant also wasn't doing me any favors in that department. I had thought the haircut was a "long bob;" my stylist thought it was just a bob. And by the time I realized that, it was already too short. So, lesson number one was learned about motherhood in that salon: be very, very, clear about what you want, and then if it doesn't happen? Suck it up and put it in a ponytail.
Also, stock up on bobby pins.
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