The Bad Hair Day
©Lisa Barker
I haven’t had a bad hair day in a long time, but one hit me this week
five minutes before I was to walk out the door for Mass.
My husband poked his head in our room. “Aren’t you going to
church?â€
“No! I feel like a HORSE!â€Â Fwing! There went another skirt
flying across the room.
He’s a good man. He may have doubled over laughing when I finally
left the house, but until then he kept a most seriously straight face.
“How could I be sick with the flu all week and lose ten pounds and
nothing fits?â€Â (Fwing! There went a pair of pants that would not
button.) “But last week they all did! Tell me that, huh? How come they
fit when I’m fat but not when I lose ten pounds?â€
“That’s the way it goes,†my husband tried to console me.
“Well, I am NOT going.â€Â By then I was stalking around the room in
nothing but my underwear and shoes. “I want to go. I want to be
there. I just don’t want to take my body with me. I don’t even want
to take my head. Look at these stupid bangs. You better get used to
me not having any because I’m cutting them off!â€
By then I had on a skirt that still reached the floor even with it
pulled up to my bra. “Everything is either too big or too small!â€Â
“What do you want me to say?!â€Â My husband asked, like a panicked
man before the firing squad. “If I say ‘stay home,’ you want to
go. If I say ‘go,’ you….â€
“I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR!â€Â
All my clothes were screaming: Look at me! My face is bloated, my
boobs sag, I have two tummies—one on top of the other—and no matter
which way I look at myself in the mirror I see no womanly curves just
some kind of blobby form that looks like a scoop of mashed potatoes
plopped on a dish. Splat!
Worse, now I had to wrestle with the idea that I was going to miss Mass
out of sheer vanity.
I dug a black sweater out of a laundry basket and put it on. Already
my mood started to soften. There’s something soothing about black.
 You can dress it up or down and no matter what it never screams at you.
 It barely whispers. But I can hear it. It says, “You look
good.â€
I found a skirt to match and gave my husband a kiss on the top of his
head before I happily stepped out of the house.
“You look very nice,†he called after me.
“I know!â€
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LISA BARKER of Greenfield is a syndicated humor columnist and mom of
five. Her latest book is “Just Because Your Kids Drive You Insane …
Doesn’t Mean You Are A Bad Parent!” See www.JellyMom.com for more
information.
Your fellow WAHM in success,
Anita
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