You suck, Monday

Ever keen to get one blog post in in September, here I am. There's so much to write about too, largely to do with starting in a new school and living in a new place, and my niece's third birthday (suffice to say all you other aunts have some work still to do to catch up with me and best aunt ever status) but as I have a ton of work to do for tomorrow and a trip to Tesco to fit in I'll tell you about what happened to me just this very morning.

I don't normally like to do very much in the morning and that even extends to speaking or eating. If I have to get up, I like to do the bare minimum. If I can I'll shower the night before, dry my hair and then straighten it in the morning. But last night with Downton and ironing (I know) it didn't get done. So I set my alarm this morning and got up for a shower.

I'm never normally ahead in the morning, always running behind, so imagine my surprise when, at 6.50am, I was already drying my hair. 'Loads of time' I thought. Ha!

Not three minutes later I had a big knot in my hair. Like a big knot. I get knots quite often. Comes from having thin hair but lots of it. My hairdresser got me using a tangle teezer so I thought that would quickly sort it. Ha!

When that wasn't really helping, at 7.10am I went to the sink to wet my hair again. Nothing. Then I added more shampoo. Still nothing. I went back and added conditioner. Nada. While it was smaller than it was, it was still so tightly knotted together that I couldn't get it out. At 7.20am, I was still in my jammies and had just ten minutes before my usual leaving time so

I took the only option left to me: I had to cut the knot out of my hair.

I could have cried.

My head physically hurts from all the pulling at my hair and I now have a strand of hair that is considerably shorter than all the rest.



Yay Monday.