Ok, so today was
one of those days when I feel bad for my sister. I have been in one hell of a mood and all my
sister can do is sit back and run for cover when I throw a fit!
I have been very emotional
lately, part of it has to do with the pain, but that isn’t what is getting to
me these days. In 14 days I should have been toeing the line for my
first iron distance triathlon (2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike, 26.2 mile
run). My goal was to complete an iron
distance before my 35th birthday. I was all ready to do that, my
training was going pretty well, then this damn disease hit. Forget slowing me down, it flat out floored
me. Not only am I not can I not race, I
can barely walk these days. I am excited
if I can do an hour in the pool, half walking/half swimming. My sister and I took the money we had saved
up for the road trip to the race and reinvested it into a dream vacation. I am excited that this amazing trip is coming
up, but the dark cloud of “failure” is hanging over my head. I know in my brain I am not a failure, I am
just dealing with a minor setback, but my heart isn’t feeling it that way.
In preparation for
our upcoming amazing trip, Kid’s Hair Salon opened up (with the color my sister
and I like plus the length/thickness of our hair it would cost a fortune to
have our hair done professionally). Minions
wanted their hair done too, sure not a problem.
I set up my room so I could be sitting while doing everyone’s hair. Got my sister’s hair done (three tubes of
color and 7.5 oz of developer – see big bucks!!!!) and then she helped me with mine. Today it was highlight day (I don’t like
doing multiple steps in the same day). I
put the bleach in my sister’s hair, then minion #1’s head followed by minion
#2. I sat around and waited for my turn,
well it seemed like my hair was not going to get done. So I put on the highlighting cap and started
pulling my hair through and finally minion #1 came in and started helping. When it was time to mix the product he sat in
the middle of my bed and RIPPED it opened and watched the bleach powder fly
everywhere! Mind you, he is not a kid,
he is a teenager. He had seen me mix two
previous bowls of it. Needless to say
while it was being cleaned up (mostly by my sister) and threw a mini temper tantrum
and declared that I refuse to do anyone’s hair unless mine got to be first and
this was stupid and it was a waste and I didn’t want purple in my hair anyway
and… See it isn’t easy to live with an
emotional lupie!

Kid
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