It seems the only time I’m awake and have energy enough to post is in the morning when I’m at work.

New Years’ Eve and I’m only working half day which is a wonderful wonderful thing. 2 hours and 15 minutes till I go home!

I woke up this morning and went to do my hair to discover this truly horrible strip of grey/ash blonde regrowth that is just huge! It may have just been the light in the bathroom at that time of the morning but I only just realised how bad it really looks! I have red dyed hair with black through it.. to have this horrible grey looking hair as regrowth is something to be ashamed of. (I’ve always hated my natural hair colour.. it is a very yuck grey looking blond. I’ve been dyeing my hair since I was about 12).

When I got into work this morning I called my lovely hairdresser Jackie to make an appointment. I know this time of year would be difficult but was willing to live with terrible looking hair for a few weeks, but when I called they told me she is on leave for 4 weeks till the end of January! I was asked if I wanted to see anyone else but I just can’t do that! Jackie dyes my hair wonderfully and does crazy things with streaks and splices and foils that I adore. What if another person didn’t do those things!? What if they did it wrong or ruined my hair?! I need to see Jackie and no-one else!

I really don’t know if I can wait a whole other month though.. what can I do??

Neurotic is a good word to describe me sometimes.. and picky and finicky and a neat freak and many other names we wont go into right now.

I am aware of this, but it doesn’t change the fact that things have to be done right! I came home yesterday evening and went into our bedroom to find J hadn’t made the bed. I understand there are occasions where things happen in the morning and people don’t have time to make the bed sometimes, but J had been home all day.

I know I know.. it’s a bed. I completely agree and the bed isn’t the issue. Our bedroom is the only place in the whole house I have that is my little haven though. It is the only place I can go to when I need quiet alone time and do what I want without having to do something for someone or have people bug me. I’m a person that needs a haven. I need one place that is mine, that is my sanctuary.

I get almost excited when I come home, thinking about that lovely bed I’m going to curl up on and rest, or read or just be. When I come home and the bed is a huge mess it immediately irritates me, as my resting place is not a resting place at all.

I’m well aware that I am a very strange person..