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Tonight my baby sister Rachel is coming to visit with her adoring hubby and their four adorable children.  And I don't just say that cuz they're my nieces and nephews.  Really, they should be in pictures.  Anyhow, not the point of my post.

Yesterday the plan was to clean my house.  Once upon a time, when my third child was just a newborn, I was able to get my house company-ready within 15 minutes.  I was a devoted FlyLady follower.  I did the routines.  I found great joy in the maintaining of a clean home.  But that was also when all three of those children napped for at least two hours every single day. 

Now I have six kids and a pinch of sanity left.  I have learned to lower my standards- so to say.  And yesterday, ah yesterday, child #4, the two year old, a.k.a. Hammy, a.k.a. The Destroyer, would NOT sleep.  And you know what else?  My mom doesn't want me to send him to her.  *sigh*

So, at one point I decided to clean up my bathroom floors.  I have been neglectful of the bathroom floors for some time.  But whenever we have company, they get a good mopping-- especially around the base of the toilets. 

As I was getting up close and personal with the outside of the toilet bowl and the floor, my hair kept falling in my face.  I had it originally pulled up in a claw clip.  But it's very long now, waist-length to be exact, and quite thick.  An unsuspecting claw clip is no match for my head of hair.  I was annoyed.  irritated.  I didn't want Lemon Pine-Sol scented hair.  I didn't want toilet bowl soaked hair.  I decided to put it in a tight bun at the nape of my neck. 

I pulled off my yellow rubber gloves, took the claw clip out of my hair, and brushed it out.  This resulted in great gobs of hair stuck in my brush and falling all over the bathroom floor.  (These things seem to happen 3 months post-partum with me.)  Still, there was a more than adequate amount of hair still on my head (more than enough for a few people I'd guess).  I smoothed my hair back into a bun and then started to clean up the hair that was in the sink, on the counter, and on the floor.  I swept it up and then cleaned out the broom.

I readied myself to continue the cleaning by pulling on my yellow gloves and pouring a fresh bowl of Pine-Sol.  I squeezed out the washcloth and used it to clean the floor.  Then I had to pull hair out of the washcloth as I was trying to rinse it in the newly cleaned sink.  I was so irritated!  My hair was ruining my life!  All the ways that my hair inconveniences me and ruins my life came to mind.

At the very fastest, I can shampoo and condition my hair in 15 minutes.  That is the fastest.  And then I have to use like a third of the bottle of conditioner.  As I rinse my hair I have to pull tons of it out of my fingers as it's coming loose and make sure it doesn't go down the drain and cause quite the clog.

In the laundry, the hair gets stuck in the washing machine right inside the door in this little rubber lip thing.  It gets clogged and doesn't work so well.

It gets stuck in the vacuum because it's so long and wraps tightly around the beater bar.

If I don't have time to do my hair, (and let's be honest, I don't have time) it usually ends up in a very untidy claw clip or a bun-- looking oh-so matronly.  Even to church.

What is the point to this never ending post?  I chopped it off today.  Fourteen inches.  By myself.  And it looks it.