Hastiness

This morning in the frenzy of activity of dressing two children, making breakfast, brushing my teeth, throwing on some semi-clean clothes, finding and attaching shoes that fit, bundling up in winter coats and taking out the garbage, I believe I actually forgot to comb my hair.

I first realized my hair was possibly not combed an hour after I left my house when I sat down at the library with two children in tow and touched my head. It felt suspiciously messy. I tried thinking back to my post shower activities this morning, and could not recall actually picking up a comb and using it. In response, I tried to discreetly run my hands through my hair (thank goodness its thin, fine and there isn't much of it) before storyhour so that I didn't look more like a ragmuffin stay at home mom than usual. I'm not so sure I succeeded. One mom with perfect hair looked at me a bit strangely. I've long given up trying to look like I actually took time to get ready and go somewhere, because I don't. I do generally try to accomplish the basic regimine of personal hygene activities: brushing teeth, washing face, clean underwear, a daily shower, prior to leaving my house. Usually combing my hair is on the list.