It was early and I had a plan.
“What is wrong with my hair?” I demanded to me in the mirror, nobody else there!
I’d been mistaken for old enough for the 60 senior grocery store discount and I still can’t decide if I looked that crazy or just that worn out.
I mean, I chatted with the young man about how sweet it was to see all the men putting so much thought into Valentines flowers. He smiled. I thought he was agreeing.
Now, I know he must’ve been reminded of his grandma, he was thinking in a sweet grandson kinda way about me.
Am I becoming a crazy old lady?
That must’ve been it, I sounded like a sweet little old lady, crazy and sweet.
I should’ve said yes, I mean I could’ve used the discount considering all my little “Valentine fairy” treats I had for grown ups and for Colton Dixon aka the “living the life, Charleston dog”!
But, on the morning of Valentines Day I had a good plan.
And it was early.
I got up and got moving.
I didn’t sit with my coffee, my words, my not a single sound space but birds waking up to sing so I’d notice God there.
I looked for something red to wear then settled on black then tossed that aside for pink and then blue then back to black.
All black. Monochrome mood, I can’t help it, that’s just me, always been, not geriatric, just me.
I downloaded the app for Chick-Fil A, that was the plan, surprise my staff with heart shaped biscuits.
Completed the order, added my card, got in the shower and planned I’ll press “complete” when I get in the car and pick up on the way to work, get there on time today!
It was early! All was looking okay.
Hot shower running and a song in the steamy room, I lathered up my hair and the phone interrupted my flow.
I stepped from the shower to see what was the matter.
It was an emergency, a friend of my admin’s had an emergency and she wanted to tell me about it and asked me to pray.
So, wrapped in a towel I went to my room and knelt by my bed and prayed.
Returned to the bathroom, scattered stuff all over the counter and the biscuits were still waiting, still waiting for me there.
So, I hurried to get my black sweater fluffing from the dryer but got sidetracked by white roses in a red vase and a hot pink card with my name written fancy with little curlicues at the corners.
Like a teenage boy putting extra time in to make it so cute.
I smiled, read my card, moved the vase of flowers to a pretty place, my morning place.
It was early! I was still doing okay.
I applied my make up, penciled in my brows in the space there are now only remembrances of hair.
Added mascara to thin lashes and considered more blush and lipstick a hint of more red.
Then began the process with product to make the best of my thinning hair…but, it wasn’t like it should be, no volume could be created, no curve around my cheek and no lift at all on top at the crown.
That’s when I shouted to nobody there,
What is wrong with my hair?
when nobody answered, I remembered, you forgot to finish, you didn’t rinse.
And I had begun early, for once I was early!
I cancelled the biscuit order, took off my jewelry and rewashed my hair.
We laughed so hard when I told them, I tried y’all I had the best intentions and I pointed towards heaven more than twice or three times to tell the truth.
It was early!
I just forgot to wash my hair.
Now I’m laughing to myself, Hmmmm…were they laughing over my crazy lady story or laughing over my insisting it was early?
Get yourself some employees and friends who know you and love you and more than just a few times.
Believe you when you tell them it was early and even if they don’t believe you because they know you so well, they still laugh with you.
And they always, always show you grace!
This one’s for you ‘Chelle!