Why? Why Am I Keeping These? Why?

If you’ve seen the television show “How the Grinch Stole Christmas”, you know little Cindy-lou Who, who is no more than two. And, you know little Cindy-lou Who, who is no more than two, sees Santa trying to stuff her family’s Christmas tree up the chimney. When she sees Santa, she asks, “Why, San’tee Claus? Why? Why are you taking our Christmas tree? Why?”

Now, this is not a post about the Grinch, Cindy-lou Who, who is no more than two, or Christmas. This is a post about ‘why‘. Why do we do some of the things that we do? Why, people of the world? Why do we collect the baby teeth of our kids? Why?

Our oldest has now lost a total of three baby teeth. And, rather than throwing my son’s teeth away, I feel the need to save the teeth. I have the teeth safely stored in a special ‘little teeth’ container. And, I have the little container hidden, so my child doesn’t come across what the tooth fairy was to have taken with her. Why?!

Are we suppose to keep the first nail we clip from our child’s fingers and toes? That’s crazy gross, right? Well, why do we keep the teeth? And, how many parents have a lock of hair from their child’s first haircut? Why do we feel the need to collect bits and pieces of our children? And, why do these sorts of collections leave me feeling like I am a target for Dexter?

Who was the first Mom to keep their child’s tooth? And, why – oh why – did this become tradition? People of the world – is baby-teeth collecting a global thing? Or, are crazy Americans the only weirdos with a collection of baby teeth safely tucked away in a special container in one of their bedroom dresser drawers?

In this day and age where over-sharing is the norm, I am going to spare you a picture of my son’s 3 baby teeth. Let the record show, that even I have limits to the amount of information I share with the world. (Though clearly, my limits are few.) Now, if you’ll excuse me, my child just lost his first eyelash.


I am trimming my hair again today. The fact that I am once again trimming my hair is not an indication of happy and relaxing times. And, the trimming is becoming increasingly more noticeable. I’m feeling anxious. I’m missing my routine life, even the part where I complain about my regular routine. Since returning from my awesome weekend away with Rob, my routine has been out of whack. Such is the price of vacation, I suppose.

Prepping for Easter celebrations, birthday parties, being sick, PMS, catering to sick kids and being a single parent while Rob is out of town are just a few of the interruptions of my routine. I’m also dealing with the typical large work load that occurs at the end/start of every month. In my head, I picture myself huddled in a ball and rocking back and forth. The worst part? I’m so out of whack I have no desire to eat junk food. What?! The food addict doesn’t want to eat junk? Dang. This is serious. [Though I have lost five pounds in the past couple of weeks.]

Next week doesn’t look much like a routine week, either. Rob will be out of pocket for three nights, traveling and going to meetings. I am hoping for some serious alone time this weekend. I’d love to have time to catch up on household chores and sit in silence when done with the chores, perhaps reading a book or two. The one glitch  may be my mother-in-law’s birthday. I was thinking of baking another pound cake for the birthday gal, in hopes it would excuse me from going to my in-laws’ house to celebrate her birthday. Though it may not help me win points with the mother-in-law, I think my father-in-law would be pleased. He enjoyed many slices of the pound cake I made for Easter.

Today, I have managed to do a whole bunch of absolutely nothing. Well, I did some laundry, changed around my blog appearance, wandered around the house in a daze, got the mail and let the dogs in and out – and in and out – and in and out. But, other than that, I’ve done nothing. You see, I should be working. I should be completing tasks for my paid job. I really do have invoices to create and prep for my boss on Monday. But, I am freaking. I am anxious. Can’t put my finger on why I am freaking and anxious. I am just freaking and anxious. Perhaps extreme amounts of pollen have gotten into my brain and is causing delirium. Perhaps I’ve blown my nose too hard and too often these past 5 days. Hmm, as I twirl my hair with my finger, I’m noticing another uneven spot. I better go get the scissors.

Just a Trim

When I woke up this morning, the length of my hair passed my shoulders. I sat down and enj0yed a great cup of coffee, while starting my workday. As I waited for invoices to print, I started playing with my long hair. “What’s this?” I asked myself. “Hmm….seems I have some stray ends. I bet I could trim my hair a bit.” I sent two more invoices to the printer, got up and poured a 2nd cup of coffee.

Playing with my hair again, I noticed several spots that seemed uneven. Because my hair is one length and long, I rarely pay to get it cut. I don’t necessarily cut my hair myself, rather I typically go a year or more before stepping into a hair salon. Sipping coffee and playing with my hair, I was becoming anxious to get a haircut. Perhaps, I thought, I’ll pull out the scissors from the ‘junk drawer’ and just do a little trimming myself. After I sent another couple more invoices to the printer and took a big sip of coffee, I grabbed the scissors and headed to the bathroom.

Snip. Snip. “Good,” I think to myself. “That should do it.” I grab my hair and slide my hand down the length to check for stragglers. Noticing a few more strands needing to be snipped, I once again grab the scissors. Snip. Snip. Then, I head back to my desk, finish printing the remaining invoices and top off my coffee a third time.

Wait. Did I miss some stragglers again? I go back to the bathroom with the scissors and start snipping again. You know how celebrities and models pay big bucks for unique styles? You know how some celebrities, models and rock stars have funky and uneven cuts? Yeah, well. One need not pay an arm and a leg to have that cool ‘uneven’ look. Just drink three cups of coffee in the morning, grab your scissors – and ta da! Your shoulder length hair can become an uneven bob in no time! [Note to self: Caffeine, scissors and hair do not mix.]