Maybe I have mentioned this before, but boy oh boy do I dislike the post-partum-y stuff that happens after you have a baby.
And this week has begun that which is the WORST! You'd think having a 2 month old, I'd be all good, right?
My hair is now falling out at alarming and rapid rates.
See, during pregnancy my locks are full, thick, curly as always and basically, fantastic. I won't lie.
But two months after I pop out the newest of the crew my body catches up with me and says, "No more! Too bad, so sad!"
And next thing I know, my dearest partner in life is buying Drano in gallon sized jugs, because, Dude, I am clogging up drains everywhere!
The saddest thing is how grossed out my kids are. See, we have no master bath. (Oh, sweet master bath, how I miss thee!) So, we ALL share the same bathroom frequently. Tonight, Spencer was just straight up horrified because a long brown hair had affixed itself to his toothbrush.
Then, Oliver takes great please in handing me "hairhairhairhair!" when it sticks to him in the bath.
I DO try to clean out the drain and bath when I use it, but I can't catch every single one.
Wait, I take it back, the SADDEST part of all this how freaking bald I'll be before it's done.
Very, that's how. I can see the hair that fell out after Oliver and then grew back in, and it's so sad, cuz it's about to get sent packing again.
Just call me Morgan the bald-headed clown.
Cuz it's a freak show around here, people. A regular freak show.