Until this morning, I hadn’t washed my hair since Tuesday.
On Wednesday I was able to spritz it with dry shampoo, restyle my new bangs and braid the rest.
On Thursday my hair was too greasy to leave down (that’s the only drawback to a Brazilian Blowout), so I wore it in a ponytail with my bangs bobby-pinned off my face. I couldn’t even get into the shower to rinse off my body because Levi was being too uncooperative. He used to happily sit in his BabyBjorn Babysitter Bouncer in my bathroom so that I could keep an eye on him as I showered, brushed my teeth, styled my hair and got dressed. But yesterday he screamed and stiffened his body so that I was physically unable to put him in his seat, which meant mommy was dirty all day.
Ugh.
With a lunch date and Gymboree on our schedule today, I was desperate to look presentable and determined to find a way into the shower. Despite his protests, I (gently) forced his straightened body into his BabyBjorn bouncer and listened to him wail as I quickly scrubbed myself clean.
Needless to say, it was one of the worst showers I’ve ever taken.
When Levi screams and cries, I normally give him a few minutes to try to work it out on his own before comforting him. We don’t let him cry it out, although I know that method has worked for others. I’m afraid that letting him sob and sob and sob will lead to feelings of abandonment and anxiousness down the line, and I already worry that he may be predisposed to some of my anxiety. But this morning I had no choice but to let him shriek as I showered, and as I worked the conditioner through my hair, I watched my tears mix with the water running off my body down into the shower drain.
I feel terrible but at least my hair is finally clean, right?
xx
{photo was taken a week ago when Levi was in another one of his “I don’t want to be confined!” moods}