Grits and Purls

Spinning yarns about the grit of life

iStock_000000475379XSmallMy husband and I were just laughing this morning, when he came in from clearing the driveway, about how wearing a hat atop wet hair and then sweating underneath as you clear the snow sets you up for a bad hair day. As I watched him hurriedly beat his hair into some semblance of submission before he headed off to work, I suddenly remembered a day from my teenage years.

It was one of those hormone-raging teenage days, when a girl simply gets up on the wrong side of the bed. I was grumpy, nothing was right, and I’m sure my attitude had my mother rolling her eyes repeatedly and threatening under her breath to “skin me alive”—her favorite phrase of frustration. I was running late and was running close to not being able to catch the bus to school. I made one last trip to the bathroom and picked up the first gold spray can I found and sprayed my hair one last time—with Lysol.

I walked slowly out of the bathroom, Lysol can in hand, tears streaming down my face.

Mom, in spite of my morning attitude, did exactly the right thing:

“Forget about the bus. Go wash your hair again. I’ll take you to school.”

2 thoughts on “Bad Hair Days

  1. I can so relate. i did that not toolong agao. i thought i picked up Frizzeeze, but it was a small can of Febreeze. OH my! Mama did right by you.

  2. What a good mom she was…I know that my sister and I surely tried our mother’s patience with our teenage hormones in full swing but I think you beat us out with your Lysol story! I do remember trying ‘dry shampoo’ as a teenager one morning when I didn’t have time to wash my hair, and that was a disaster! My hair was full of static and looked like I had sprinkled talcum powder all over it!

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