When I turned 17, my high-school boyfriend gave me a “Dictionary of Clichés” for my birthday. He told me that I never used cliches correctly. I was caught between a rock and a hard place.
Since giving birth, I have become a cliché . I had a baby the same month everyone else did. I love my baby more than anything, I show Ridley’s picture to everyone, and this blog should really be renamed “On Rid Street.”
And the nail in the coffin is the new mom hairdo. Ellie told me not to cut my hair. But the cliché force is a strong one, Ellie!
Enter: mom haircut.