Further Proof

While I'm a complete extrovert, an even bigger side of me is a homebody. I have no problem being cooped up inside the house all week with the exception of taking the boys outdoors. Parks, playgrounds, trails, backyard - all of them can draw me out of the house. Otherwise - fugetaboutit. I actually have joined homeschool groups so I will intentionally get out of the house for the boys and allow them to get interaction. We have plenty of playdates and while I never regret any of them, leading up to the actual event I dread it. I don't know if it's getting three kids ready, having to shower/brush my teeth & look presentable or something a psychologist could diagnose but I'm a wimp out leaving the home. I suppose I should rule out my kids because I even despise shopping of any kind, running errands, etc. Take for example, my HAIR. I've needed a cut for well over three months. And finally I called a couple of cheap salons to find out about walk-ins. But I was still to lazy to leave the house. So last night I got out of the shower, grabbed some scissors and told hubby to cut as straight of a line as he could 2 or 3 inches up. He looked at me like I was crazy and said something about having never cut hair and he wasn't really comfortable doing it. I told him there is no way it could look worse and don't sweat it. So he cut. Then I looked in the mirror, divided my hair on each side and cut off another inch or so. It's just above my shoulders and I could be happier. The layers need worked on but at least the overall length looks healthier. I'm considering saving a few bucks and you tubing 'how to cut layers' and finish it off myself. Crazy? Maybe I am. But a penny saved is a penny earned right? So tell me readers, is something wrong with me. Or are there some homebodies among you?