Curve Balls

I was excited ecstatic, I had been waiting for months.  The last time I loved it, so I knew it was going to be great exactly what I needed.  Yesterday I went and gave 10 inches to Locks of Love, the hairdresser (who I went to because one of the better known salons in town does it for free) cut at least two extra inches off from my already short hair while styling it.  As she was cutting I was screaming in my head "No more, stop cutting it shorter" over and over again.  I was practically coming out of my skin with each snip.  Don't get me wrong, I am thankful I did it, there are more important things in life than hair and it didn't look great before the cut, so I am used to feeling ugly not so cute.  I am just disappointed, that's all.

Yesterday we got two phone calls to show our house today.  I spent hours and hours cleaning.  As I busily worked, cleaning rag in one hand, baby girl in the other, I day dreamed about a new house, picking out paint colors in my head for each room.  Only to find out that we weren't going to show it at all.  My balloon was popped.

Guess God is trying to keep me humble (and not vain) with my new hair and patient as I wait on his timing to sell the house.

Thankfully hair grows and we have a roof over our heads (even if it's not the roof I want).