It's been two months since the haircutting fiasco of 2009. I'm still devastated about Seeger's hair.
Yes, I know it's hair and I know it will grow back. And I know that it's not really that bad. But still... I miss it. It's more than just hair to me. When Seeger had long hair, he was still my baby. And let's face it, I'm probably not going to have any more babies. So his haircut symbolizes a new chapter in my life. The next stage of motherhood; babyless motherhood, kids growing up motherhood, getting old motherhood.
This is how my mind works - I jump from thought to thought to thought - it's exhausting, I tell ya!
Damn, I feel like spaghetti.