Dreaded Mom Hair

So, I have an appointment in less than 2 hours at our favorite Snooty Spa to get my hair colored and cut. It's in a chin-length bob with bangs right now. Does this mean I have the dreaded "mom hair?"

Fact is... I am a mom - but the youngest is going to be 4 in a few short weeks, and maybe it's time to reclaim a bit of ME instead of just being MOM. She gave up nursing a year and a half ago, and we don't use the sling any more... she's an independent girl sportin' hot pink nail polish begging to play on Daddy's computer (Noggin and Nick Jr have great games...)

Who knows. What do I do with this hair? Who is the ME I'm trying to reclaim, anyway? To date me... from thirtysomething (I was a teen when it was out, but I still loved the show!) I'm a little bit Hope, and a little bit Melissa. Happily married with the cute house and great hubby, awesome kids, love to putter in the kitchen, wishing those Laura Ashley jumpers were still in style... but then, I'm also the artsy graphic designer who loves to break out the blue nail polish and wear tie-dyed socks with my Birks or Earth Shoes. (akk. Blue nail polish at my age? Sheesh. 37's not dead...) But I don't want to be the Joan Cusack character from Raising Helen, either.

Quick, quick... I have 2 hours to go... LOL