Goodbye, frumpy mom.

I have decided:

- I am done with looking the part of broke new stay at home mom. I will be typecast no more.

- I am mostly saying this because, as strong as I think I am, my scalp is my Achilles Heel. I love my baby girl, and would not hurt her ever, but every time she pulls my hair I want to pull hers back. The thought is there. Pain makes me go to dark, sinister places, I guess. Places I have not been since kindergarden. There can be only one solution --- pixie cut.

Tomorrow, I will be dying my hair (or attempting to) a fun bright purple. This weekend, over 10 years of long hair is getting lopped off.

This may also inspire a domino effect of wearing make up again, doing my nails and maybe even working out.

Or, I will be forever regretful and still look a disaster and Zuul, Subversive Dad, dog, cat and society as a whole, will all reject me. I could become The Phantom of Vancouver Island, living in the notorious pentagram shaped tunnels that run under Victoria, playing haunting songs on Zuul's Elmo keyboard I will take with me.

Regardless of the outcome, the mom hair is coming.