I am not one of those people
that panics when major issues prop up, like the stove catching on fire. However,
when seemingly little things happen, I will go into a complete meltdown. One of
the little things is being unable to locate my brush.
Why is this?
Probably because I brush my hair
every single day. Part of this is because I can feel the tangles and it
irritates me. The rest is just habit. I’ve brushed my hair every day for, well, for as
long as I can remember.
Why am I thinking about this?
Last Friday night I went to
brush my hair as usual, but I could not see my brush.
I started searching for it.
My overbed table has slowly
become full of stuff to the point there isn’t even any room for my laptop,
which is the entire reason I bought the table, but that’s not the point here. I
move everything around trying to see my brush, but it doesn’t appear.
Next, I empty my purse, well at
least the pocket my brush would fit in. It’s not there either. I start looking
through my nightstand. I even check my garbage can. (You do not know how often
things fall into it that I’m not throwing away.)
No luck. And now I’m panicking.
I ask Jerry to help even knowing
that he’s useless at such things. The man just glances at all the places I’ve
already looked and complains about having to get down on the floor to look
under our bed.
Well obviously, a child would be
more helpful but it’s well after 10 p.m. at this point so I’m limited on who I
can ask. Fortunately, Royce was awake. Unfortunately, he searched in the same
areas as Jerry did. I know I’d be better off with Melinda searching but she’s
fast asleep.
This also leads me to my other issue.
There isn’t another brush in the house for me to borrow. Even if Melinda was
awake, she doesn’t have a brush. She has a wide-toothed comb she uses.
So now I’m all but to the point
of tears and very upset because I cannot brush my hair before going to bed. I
know need to get the tangles out before I attempt to go to sleep, or I won’t be
able to sleep. I’ll find myself finger combing my hair half the night and
pulling a bunch of it out.
Yes, I have done this before.
At this point, I’m tired and
just want to sleep, but the tangles are already starting to irritate me, and my
only option is a rattail comb I have. I only use the rattail to help remove
hair from my brush. This night I attempt to comb my hair to get the tangles
out.
Now, my issue with combs has
always been their shortcomings. The most important one being they cannot get
through all the layers of my hair. This requires me to comb it in small
sections. The problem with this is I’d get one section combed out, but it would
re-tangle the minute I started working on another section.
So, instead of a few good
strokes with my brush and being done with it, I spent about half an hour, in
tears because I was tired and frustrated, trying to get the snarls out and my
hair off my neck so I could be comfortable enough to sleep.
I will admit it worked, but a
comb is only a temporary solution. The next day, when Melinda was available, I
told her about my missing brush. But she was no more able to locate it than
anyone else had been.
My only remaining solution was
getting a new brush because while a comb could do the job, it couldn’t do it as
efficiently as a brush. For one thing, a brush can get through all the layers
in one stroke, plus they can do larger sections. On top of that, they are much
better at getting all my hair contained in a ponytail, so it isn’t on my neck.
Both Melinda and Royce told me that
as soon as I got a replacement, my old one would show up. Of course, everyone
knows if you replace something you’ve misplaced, it’ll show back up.
I got a new brush on Monday.
Yeah! I can brush my hair again.
As to the whereabouts of my old
brush? We are assuming it found the black hole, which may well be under my bed.
I am not eager to take my bed apart so I can clean up all the garbage that ends
up under there, just to find a brush I’ve already replaced.
Smile. Make the day a brighter
day.
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