My Hair is Frizzy and I Can't Get Up

I think I might be sick.

Not super sick. Just sick enough to feel crappy, depressed and bitchy.

Everything feels like a chore.

Walking the dog.

Taking a shower.

I have to blow dry my hair. That is always a chore.

I have naturally curly hair.

For the last 12 years, I have spent a small fortune on straightening treatments. When I lived in Hawaii, I gave up on that. Trying to embrace my curls, which is really just frizz, felt like the "island" thing to do.

But my hair is my albatross. Unruly, dry, frizzy, Jewish girl hair.

Anyway, today feels like a Monday. Yesterday felt like a Sunday (the old kind). The one filled with anxiety that I should be working and doing something to prepare for today. I have to go into the corporate offices today. So I started to feel that pressure of what if I don't get enough sleep? What if I don't finish my errands? What if I don't have all my materials read? What if I don't have time to go to the grocery store or exercise? What will I wear? Seriously? I know. There must be something wrong with me. Oh yeah. I'm sick.