I woke up with long hair, I swear!

I'm stuck. Not so much in a rut, just stuck. I have a ton of stuff going on these past months that is what is keeping me from actually putting a post together. I really want to keep this blog alive, and I'm trying so hard to do so, but lately it's just been kind of crazy around here. I don't want to put this little blog aside, I want to keep it. It's just hard trying to find WHAT to put on here. Well, why don't I just write what has been going on? A lot of it is just sad family stuff (grandparents passing, family health issues, etc.) that I don't want a sad blog. I want a good happy blog and although I am well aware that life isn't all rainbows and unicorns, putting content that is sad time after time can just get heavy. Know what I mean?

I'm not gone. I'm still around. Mainly on FB and on Instagram. Although FB is my personal account, you are more than welcomed to see me via Instagram @ Lily_in_the_sky if you like. I also just recently downloaded Periscope. I've only had one session on there and I may do more. We will see how that goes.

I'm thinking of switching things up around here. I figure switching things up from being a mommy type of blog and just making it be more of a ME blog. More of "A day in the life...." type. I need a space where I can just post about me, include my family if and when I want to, and vent a little. Sort of like a journal. Free therapy, right? Along with a new blog venture, maybe a design more fitting of ME. But I'm pretty sure a new design won't happen until later on.

Speaking of new. Something dreadful happened. I needed a change I was in charge of. I needed something. A hair cut. I'd been itching for a shorter do' for some while and it was driving me nuts. My husband insisted that I would regret it and that I would complain after a few weeks. Mind you, I'm side eyeing that sentence here. So I finally go and take the plunge. I walk into this new salon that someone I know had been raging about. I tell the stylist what I wanted. She snips off some hair. Then some more hair. I woke up this morning with hair to just below the middle of my back. I'd been getting compliments for months on how healthy I had kept it. How I had a ton of hair and how envious people must have been. Back to the stylist, she gave me that new "Lob"/"Blogger Bob" that is instyle right now, but then she started to add layers. This is where everything changed. I kid you, this is what nightmares are made of. After she "added layers" she finished off with the blow dry and curled my hair. After checking the length, I thought the curls she gave me perhaps made my hair look shorter. I paid the girl and went on my way home. I showered and tried to do my hair like she did it. After blow drying straight, I saw it. My hair was not layered, it was hacked!! I'm serious!!I had one front layer at my chin and the other at my ear. They were lopsided, and that's trying to be modest. I cried. I cried so hard. I knew I should have gone back but by that time, my kid was napping and it was late (6pm.)

My husband came home and he just gave me the most "WTF?!" look I had ever seen. He stille says he didn't say it, but he didn't have to with that look. We looked around everywhere for a salon that was still open. We went into Great Clips and although they are a chain store, they saved me. They seriously saved me. They let me cry and they treated me as if they were my BFF's and we both vented about the hack job. The only thing missing was a mimosa or wine. So just like my title, "I woke up with long hair, I swear!" It's been in a pony tail since and some days I feel brave enough to actually wear it "flowing."

A little bit of craziness is all I need.

I want to apologize for disappearing from the blog-o-sphere. I don’t quite remember if I mentioned but we were in the midst of moving a while ago. My parents finally got word that the house they had bid on was theirs and that they were getting the keys soon, so everything went from quiet and serene to chaos and crazy. We had to pack up and move two households in a week. It’s hard when it’s a last minute notice and everyone is  working. Not only that, but we also had a birthday party for my nephew in the middle of it.

Here’s a snippet of what the house looked like:

 

 

 

So life has been hectic with trying to unpack everything into it’s new place. Soon we will have a home set up. Which is something I cannot wait to do.

 

In the meantime, here are some funnies:

 

One is silver, the other is gold.

They say that your life changes as soon as you have your first child. They say that your friends will drift away. They say that once you become a mom, you no longer have time for your single friends. There are a ton of blogs and forums out there that prove this to be so true. I for one have finally come to the realization that I too have become one of those moms where my "friends" are no longer that. Or so, not the friends that I thought they would be once baby got here.

Everything is just so different now. We used to just make coffee dates and hang out for hours on end. We used to go shopping and spend all day just gabbing away. We used to hang out at each others homes and that was the BEST THING EVER! We used to.... I could go on and on about what was then and what is now.  So many changes. I'm not complaining about my new life as a mom. I really am not. I love being a full time mommy and housewife to my family. It's the best job I have ever had! Every day there's a reward and I love it! I just miss that I can't really share any of those aspects with my friends anymore. Or so it doesn't seem like it. I've tried reiterating that I can make time, just let me know in advance, but those words just fall into empty cracks.

The way I saw life after Michael was that we would hang out a few times a month at our local coffee spot. We each live no more than 15 minutes away from each other, and I was so happy for this latest move for us. I saw, in my mind, the three of us going shopping with Michael tagging along. He's a good baby and loves to chit chat with the ladies. I imagined that the three of us would have dinners at a local restaurant or even just dessert while we gossiped about our lives. I saw a lot for us three and yet it's been almost six months and not one of those mini adventures has happened.

I know that a lot is going on for each one of us. One of us is getting a divorce and well, she's loving the single life and is hanging out with friends who share that common interest. The other is busy at school trying to finally finish her much anticipated Bachelor's degree and is busy with her side of the family. I understand that each one of us is going through different phases of our lives or through different directions, I just wish that amongst all of that change, that we could make some time for us. Weird thing is, our guy friends, totally make time for us--baby and all.

Maybe it's wishful thinking. Maybe it's time for me to finally accept that right now, our lives are going in different directions and that we will always be friends, just not the same friends we once were.  After all, as the saying goes, “Make new friends, but keep the old, one is silver and the other gold.”