(Warning: Gross out factor ahead) So I have really long, really curly hair. Most of the time I keep it pinned up in a messy bun-thing or tied back in a pony-tail, but I have a seriously hard time finding hair-clips and elastics that don’t break immediately. I have resorted to making my own “scrunchie” things, because I can fill them with the really big elastic from the fabric store, and then they don’t break.

Anyway, what sounds like it might me pretty is actually a catastrophic mess most days. When I have the time and inclination, I can make it looks nice, like Goldy-Locks curls, 0r I can use an iron on it and make is shiny and sleek. The problem is, with either option, as soon as I walk outside, or in the bathroom, or in the kitchen if the dishwasher is on, the humidity makes it puff up like a bushel-sized fuzz ball. So generally, I don’t bother.

It also has a life of it’s own. After finding a long golden hair wound tightly around, er, somewhere south, my husband swears that my loose hairs crawl around the house at night. He has even accused me of putting them places as a joke, which I swear I have never done. My kids have now hopped on dad’s bandwagon, and bring me things that have “Mom-Fuzz” on them, things that have no reason to have any contact with my hair; tinker-toys, Eric’s binkies, toothbrushes, zippers, and assorted other toys. There is no way for me to claim they are not mine- the boys are shorn redheads, and DFM shaves his head bald…Hmmm “Not Mine!” doesn’t fly.

Now, any fuzz of any kind is “Mom-Fuzz”. The baby shows me some lint from the dryer, claiming it is mom-fuzz, there is a stray feather from down pillow, and it is mom-fuzz, anything and everything is mom-fuzz. It’s starting to gross me out, and I am thinking about cutting it all off. If I wouldn’t look like a shorn poodle, I really would. But when it’s short, it kinks up like a big brillo-pad, and even I have a little vanity left.

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