POP!

My hair is falling out.


No really, IT IS.

I've had some theories as to why, so here ya go...

(a) My Mom's dad was bald. It skips a generation.

(b) My husband is bald. So it would only be fair that I support him. Therefore, I have unknowingly started shedding my hair out of pure love for him.

(c) I don't do the allergy test when I use the hair coloring boxes.

(d) The picture posted above.

Who knows.
But I am going with D. Yes, a big ole D for "Devin".

Also  a B, for Brice
and a C, for Carly.


Of course, it leads to the question...
"Why did you have three kids, if you can't handle it?"

Don't worry, I can handle it.
I have. I will. And I will lose my hair in the process.
Oooor then, maybe I can't handle it.

Maybe I will be holding my knees, rocking back and forth in the corner of the institution while singing "Ironic" by Alanis Morrisette, sporting my bald head.

But I am tired. Just like every other Mom out there. And i'm not ahshamed to admit the moments of defeat! But I will do my best and continue to battle on!

After I bitch.

These are the top 5 things that I am tired of.  In no particular order...

1.  Doctors, therapists, autistic interventions. Just give me a drink. Or my child in this case.

2.  The extremely loud POPPING sound everytime I open my refrigerator door. Those that have been in my house and know what I mean, can agree. It will be the trigger that makes me snap for good. I swear it!

3.  Unscrewing the toilet seat to clean the dried up pee from under the back part. If you have boys, you know exactly what I mean. Seriously! To be positive though, I am glad that I finally figured out where the smell is coming from.

4.  Folding clothes for 5 people when only one little pile actually belongs to me. But i'm learning... I just let it pile up, close the laundry door so it is out of sight, then pay my niece to do it when she comes over. Yes, I will go broke over this. I don't care.

5.  The unknown crusty food subtance that I find EVERYDAY in the grout of my tile floors. What is it and where does it come from? My kids, no doubt, but how do they do it? How do they do it EVERYDAY???!!! And manage to get it in the cracks and not on the tile itself? Why do I find myself on my hands and knees picking at it?  I know! Because there is no other way to get it out! Sometimes it stabs under the fingernail, causing me to scream!  And as I go to rinse it off, I slip on a piece of ice that missed its way into the cup from the icemaker... but I catch myself before I fall, grabbing onto the refrigerator door.

Of course, since I am already there, I usually grab a bite. It will make me feel better...

...Until I open the refrigerator door.