Today I got back from a nice afternoon out with Emmy. I thought I was pretty put together. Then I saw myself in the mirror.
You see, Emily loves holding onto my hair. Every single time I hold her she grabs a piece. It’s almost like my hair is the equivalent of a security blanket for her. So I guess at some point she grabbed a chunk of hair out of my pony tail and held tight. I somehow didn’t notice that I had a large strangly piece of hair and continued on my merry way.
I guess this is my “mom hair.”