a little frazzled

(I don't usually post pictures of myself... mostly because I don't like my face...)

(but I had to show... and tell. its not staying. whether you love it, hate it, whatev. Friday its gone.)

This last week or so has been strange. We have all had a cold. A long, lingering cold. 

It started with Petra, then me, then Jeff. the results? A week and a half of being in my apartment. A lot of congestion headaches, a lot of nose whiping, a lot of naps...a lot of insomnia as results of those naps. Needless to say I was going a little stir crazy. 

Towards the end of the confinement I had a previously set hair appointment. I was so excited to get out of the house for any reason. The night before I had another bout of insomnia and was up late and worried about my appointment because I hadn't had a stranger do my hair in a long time. I still wasn't sure what I wanted. So somewhere around 2:00 am... I landed on "bleach it out again. I got compliments on it before... why not again?" why not again, self? why? because you are too tired looking, and too baby softened to pull this off. I feel old. I love the cut. And the hair color itself is beautiful. But... together? on me? ugh I felt like a street walker wearing a cheap wig. By that night I was dying for it to be Monday so I could call and make another appointment. Which I did. Its coming up.

So now lets cut to Sunday night. I was a little stressed about my hair, but hey, I can live with anything for a few days. I guess.  All in all it had been a long long week and I was a little disappointed in my hair do and tired from not sleeping well. So I was looking forward to sleeping. But no. There just HAD to be a mystery noise in the middle of the night. That's right, a mystery noise. We were sleeping for a couple of hours, when we awoke to a pounding. A loud, quick pounding. I was scared because I really am easy to terrify. Jeff was awake too. We sat there a minute and heard it again. It was loud. I was freaking out. Was it at the door? Was it on the window?? (heaven forbid... I would probably lose it) So I jumped up, made Jeff get up, and we ran to check on Petra. She is fine, and still sleeping. I make Jeff peek outside... no one at the window, no one at the door. Then we hear it AGAIN! Where is this coming from? It was actually hard to tell what direction it was coming from. We never found out. Our guess was that one of our neighbors was just up late working on something, I mean, we do live in an apartment. People on three of our four walls. Of course, in my mind, in the middle of the night, I was convinced that we were under attack. I can be dramatic when frightened. I didn't sleep well that night either. I pretty much shook for an hour before finally sleeping, clutched onto Jeff. 

to top it off... the next day I found a spider on my foot. a big one. geez. like my nerves weren't already fried. 

then yesterday I went to a Relief Society dinner because I wanted to continue on my goal of putting myself out there. I got a lot of  wide-eyed stares and "oh. your hair is ... interesting." My one shining moment was one sister that said I looked "fabulous". Thank you for that. 

man. I am ready for feeling better and different hair and a the wonderful rainy season. geez.  my nerves need the rest.