I'm proud of myself...

So. I didn't get it shaved to the skin. I just got it cut really short. Like a man. You can see how much gray there is. But this is giving Evan time to get used to it. And me. I refuse to touch it. I just want what is there to hang on a little while longer.

And. I didn't cry. I went to an old beauty shop. Like a beauty shop for old women. The kind where bored old women come in and sit around and chat. They were hilarious. One woman just kept me chatting the whole time so I didn't really have time to think about what was going on. I'm proud of myself. I've kept it under control pretty well.

I did bitch my sister out, though. You know, people handle things in different ways. Some people rally around a friend/family member by calling to check in, sending cards, sending dinner, flowers, joking around, acting like you are still a normal person (because you are). And some people. Like my sister....well, they do things like join the Race for the Cure because that is supposed to show me her support. When all it really does is give my mom 2 kids to babysit even more. And then those poeple decide to tell you how you NEED to go to the event because there "ARE SO MANY JUST LIKE YOU THAT WOULD BE SUCH AN INSPIRATION TO YOU." Does she know me at all? I'm not a 'group therapy' type person. I had to tell her "Hey, I have it under control. When you have gone through this, you can give me advice. But for now, shut the fuck up." To say she was caught off guard...well, that's putting it mildly. And she hasn't called back. Now, this is the same person who has bitched to me about how tired she is. So tired that most of the time my mom has at least one of her kids. So she can rest. And she signs up for a 5K? Yeah. That sums up her logic pretty well.

And while we are on the subject of exhaustion. She was 'exhausted' when she had one child. That she didn't get up with during the night. Her husband did. And she VOLUNTARILY got pregnant again. She knew what she was getting into. So, she is the LAST person I want to hear about exhaustion from. Especially when mine is due to something NOBODY would ever ask for.