I'm so pissed. I've had a really bad morning. I woke up at 7 to get David ready for school. Tina called at like, 7:15 this morning and leaves a voicemail. Yep, still not answering your calls. Especially at the ass-crack of morning.
My head is pounding. It feels like a lack of sleep headache. I get David to the bus stop and lay back down. This happens every morning. I get up, get David ready, and lay back down. When I lay back down, Daniel thinks that is a good time to try and have sex with me. Ugh. No. Not a good time.
Don't get me wrong, I give it up every day. Sometimes more than once. He isn't frustrated by any means. But at 8 in the morning? I'm more of a "have-sex-at-night" girl. Daniels a "have-sex-all-day" guy. We clash sometimes.
So, I spend 20 minutes fending him off. He decides to get out of bed, and I roll over and attempt to go back to sleep. Daniel has a job interview at 1 pm in Denver, so he starts to get ready. He comes in the room and asks me where his clippers are, and I tell him on top of the dryer. I ask why.
"I want to cut my hair."
What?! No. Why! His hair is down to the middle of his back. It's long, black, with big thick curls all you bitches would be jealous of!
Granted, when I met him he told me he was growing his hair out for Pantene's Beautiful Lengths program. It's the same as Locks of Love, except Locks of Love charges for their wigs, whereas Pantene doesn't.
I fell in love with his hair, and him of course, and I wouldn't let him cut it off. But now, he does.
So I start getting on his ass a little, asking why he wants to cut it all of the sudden, and you know what he tells me? It's gone. GONE! I look at him closer, and it's gone! GONE! He needs his clippers to even it out.
So, I get up, and look for his clippers. They're not on the dryer. Not in the drawers, not under the sink. Our $40 pair of clippers are missing. Nikki. (I hate to just assume that, but where else would they be?)
So I have to cut his hair with scissors. I am not a hairdresser. I suck at cutting hair. I cut Tyler's hair all the time, and I suck at it. Not only that, but Daniel is giving me no direction of what he is wanting me to do with his hair. He just tells me, "Put it between your fingers and cut it." Yeah, okay.
So, I start cutting it, and it isn't working. It keeps bending over my fingers, and I just get irritated. So I start pulling his hair and cutting below my fingers. I cut two big ol holes in his head. So then I get frustrated. He gets frustrated because I am frustrated, and we get mad at each other. I end up crying because: 1) His hair is gone, and I wasn't prepared for it. 2) His clippers are gone and I feel responsible. And 3) I jacked up his hair and I feel bad.
So, I sit in my room and pout for a few minutes, and realize Hey! This is the man I want to marry! I probably need to quit being a bitch and explain why I'm upset. Because at this point, he has no idea. He thinks I'm pissed because he isn't telling me what he wants.
So, I go in and tell him I'm pissed because he cut it, because I feel bad about the clippers, and I feel bad because I messed his hair up. That I am frustrated and if this ever happens again, to please go have a hairdresser (or barber, whatever) cut it. I don't like the responsibility being on my shoulders. So we get it all cut, and it looks good. Just... different.
Wanna hear the messed up thing? He didn't even cut his hair off in a ponytail. He cut it all off and it ended up everywhere, and we can't even donate it. Plus, he threw it away. Grrr.
So, he's at his interview right now. $20/hour, so it's enough to live comfortably. The woman he spoke to on the phone seemed excited about his past experience, so I hope he gets it.
Oh, my pictures. Thank you for your comments. Yes, I am very proud of my kids, and I know I make pretty babies 
My hair is a pain in the ass, but yes I get a shit ton of compliments. It's a lot of up-keep, and I do a lot to keep it healthy. I'm fucking obsessed.
The ring isn't real. Well, it's real, but not diamonds. It's sterling silver and white and pink sapphires. It wasn't outrageously expensive, but I love it.
Umm... I don't know if I addressed everything here or not. I know this shit is boring, so congrats if you read it
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