This morning, while I was getting ready, I realized that if my mother could see the current state of my bathroom, I would be totally grounded.  To say it is a mess would be quite the understatement; to get to the shower, I actually have to climb small mountains of hot rollers and hairspray bottles.

Knowing that I needed a maid plan to conquer today, I sat down and made a to-do list for myself:

1. Clean my bathroom and bedroom… within an inch of perfection.

2. Clean downstairs of house.  EVERYTHING.

3. Plan outfits for this week.

4. Do laundry first to have clothes to choose from for item # 3.

5. Organize hair supplies.

6. Write in Starlite journals.

7. Get office keys made.

The list goes on, but in the interest of not boring you with my life anymore, I will stop there.  It is perhaps important to note that, at the end of my to-do list, I wrote: “GET YOUR LIFE TOGETHER, AB.  Seriously.  Get it together!”

Oh how I wish I was kidding.

Moving on.  I think most of the items on my to-do list are pretty normal except for maybe #5.  Most people don’t typically find the need to remind themselves to organize their hair supplies.  I do.  And, in the interest of becoming a better person, I think it is time for me to come clean with the interlings:

My name is Amy Beth and I am a hair product junkie.

I wish I could tell you that I only recently acquired this bad habit, but it isn’t proper to tell a lie on Sunday.  I first became aware of my hair at the tender age of five.  I had to wear casts on both of my legs for eight weeks (skipping the story here so we can stay focused on my hair) and therefore couldn’t really move.  So, I started fixing my hair.  It just seemed like the most natural thing to do.

As I grew older, I began to realize that not much in life stays the same.  People change, times change… but the importance of having big hair never, never changes.  Never.  Ever, ever.

Sure, I went through some dark days when I believed the magazines that said that flat hair was the thing.  But the Lord delivered me from those days and He set my feet upon a solid case of volumizing spray. 

Little did I know that today’s events had been orchestrated to work together for my good.  Stay with me now.

Item six on my to-do list involves me responding to journals that the girls on our leadership team write in each week.  Since our team has grown too large for me to spend quality one-on-one time with each girl, we use the journal system to make sure I stay up to date with what is going on in their lives.  They drop their journals off at my office each Friday and I’m supposed to return them on Sunday evenings.  This was our first week to try this system and a quick peek inside of each journal showed me that they had, indeed, written way more pages than I expected about their lives.

However, upon closer inspection this afternoon, I noticed that one of my little darlings had included a drawing for me.  Even though I got her permission to include this in the bloggy, I’m not going to name any names as she would probably be embarrassed for her college counterparts to know that she’s drawing pictures in her journal.  I am actually quite proud of her though, because I think her drawing shows that she really “gets” me.

You see, she drew a lovely picture of me with my puppies, Snuggles and Cuddles.  She didn’t take the time to label which puppy was which…

… but she did take the time to draw an arrow pointing to my head with the words “big hair!” written beside it.

If only the five year old version of me had of known where her quest towards big hair would bring her.  If only.