Laughing at Myself

It finally happened. I forgot I was bald.

This morning had been a long morning. I had taken Annaleigh to her first ballet class (too cute!), then we went to pick up Mark at the library, then we went to the grocery store. Being the first morning at dance class, I felt most comfortable in my wig, and by the time I got home, I was ready to have it OFF.

Off was great! I sat down at the computer with my lunch and uploaded (or did I download? I am not computer savvy.) pictures of ballet class to send to Grandma. Pretty soon, Ellabeth's ECI worker came, and we invited her in. I continued to work on brightening and cropping pictures of our up-and-coming ballet star, when all the sudden I realized: I was sitting there, bald as a doorknob! That was the phrase I used as I burst out laughing and ran and put on a turban.

I knew this would happen sooner or later. Guess it happened sooner! At least I didn't discover it in the middle of the grocery store!

To our ECI worker's credit, she laughed with us, then very seriously told me before she left that she never wanted me to feel like I HAD to do that ever again.

I appreciate her attitude, and I especially appreciate finding that I got a good laugh at myself. Perhaps I should be mortified, but why bother, when I can have a good chuckle?